Deliberately by Chatty Owl

I wait.
I pace.
I trip over my own shadow,
because I want to find a reason for the pain
that lives inside me.
Memories about you
but not my anger,
that’s always present,
digging in,
like the bleakest night in arctic.
I sip cold coffee –
a reminder of those long evenings,
when you weren’t here,
I want to dilute my drink
with hot, salty tears,
just so I could feel
some sort of taste
in this room of total confinement.
I want to hate you,
but I’m afraid
that’s too strong of an emotion,
so I just continue
to long for you,
because it’s more self-destructive
this way.
And i like it.

A poem by Chatty Owl.




2 Comments Add yours

  1. iamcayenne says:

    Hmmm….more self destructive and familiar….

  2. Shards Of DuBois says:

    intensely sad! but I can relate… 🙂

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