It all starts with a good night of sleep
A early morning tea
A cold shower
A meowing cat
The sun blinding into the window
Sitting down at the desk
Some people will call it Monday
I call it just another day
Write, Write, Write, Sleep, Write
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It all starts with a good night of sleep
A early morning tea
A cold shower
A meowing cat
The sun blinding into the window
Sitting down at the desk
Some people will call it Monday
I call it just another day
I bet she knows this isn’t the end of it
I bet she knows there is hope
Somewhere far far away she knows
But for now she waits
Waits for that future knight to come save her
A man laying in bed
Eyes open
Eyes closed
Thinking about it all
Is he happy?
Is he doing enough?
The answers have to wait
As the eyes are permanently shut for the next 8 hours
A burst of colors on the plate
An explosion of flavors on the tongue
A perfect combination for a Saturday morning
I went away
I didn’t stay
I am back
Ready to attack
Let’s have a good year
Music to my ear
All the worries
Become so many stories
Confusing at the front
Hope in the back
I lay down
And my heart is down
Adjusting to the new reality
When will I fully feel normal
For now I turn the pages
Looking for a page with words
Emptiness eats me alive
But it’s too cold to dig my grave
You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet
Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips
Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready
An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger
And like always I look the other way
And the next morning when I wake up alone
I ask myself
What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,
Or the fact that she’s so far gone?
Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am
Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…
Broken Token
Soaking Aching
Crying Trying
Making Timing
Hoping Praying
Giving Everything
Waiting Loving
The rain patters against the window
The wind bringing new sounds to the old house
A lazy sigh echoes through the house
A slow leak in the bedroom roof starts
Footsteps approach the rainy bedroom
He sees a puddle on his bed
The cold wet puddle suffocates the quilt
The quilt she had made for them
Nothing mattered now
The house was old and breaking down to the core
She was told he lost the fire for her
The bed can drown, the house can drown
As the storm grew stronger
He contemplated if he could ever get his house back to normal
Looking straight ahead
The ending is approaching
A new beginning