Day 328

I have never known a sweeter sound
than your laughter
maybe they are right when they say
laughter is the best medicine
because when I hear that glorious sound
my sadness melts away
like a spoonful of sugar on my tongue
and I am sure that if I heard
your laugh everyday
I could never be unhappy again

Day 327

the moonlight casts a shadow over him
a sliver of ivory that drowns his features

he is surrounded by pitch black
but his eyes shine through any darkness

like lasers they pierce my soul
and I can feel myself growing weaker

he is love and hatred in one body
and while I lust for his gaze

he steals my soul with an open hand
and there is no chance of its return

Day 326

I am laying in my bed
staring up at the ceiling
all too often
I look for shapes in the shadows
on the walls
when I used to love finding
shapes in the clouds

I am laying in my bed
immovable in a solace of warmth
and protection
underneath blankets
and cotton sheets
remembering how I used
to crave the warmth of sun's rays

I am laying in my bed
wondering how
daylight now scares me
more than the monsters
that used to come alive in darkness
how each day is now a fire
I must pray for the strength to smother

Day 325

I laugh when I think about you
having no clue that your words
still slice through my ears
and reverberate through my skull
how you sleep soundly at the dead of night
sprawled out under a blanket of silence
while I drift off to the soothing
pain of sobs escaping my lips

And so I laugh while I carve poetry
out of the pieces of my heart
that were left on the ground
and though you were the one who
placed them there I must
thank you for stepping carefully
over them on your way out
so the pieces did not shatter 

Day 324

It was her walk that destroyed me
the confidence in her stride
eyes that read every inch of my body
in one glance

It was her eyes that stripped me
of my own self-love
the disgust on her face reaching
through my skin to the bone

It was her smile that melted me
a half-moon upon bitter lips
a pitying shake of the head
that molded me into a beggar

It was her hair that captured me
dark brown rope circling around my body
like a snake attacking its prey
and I was hers for the taking

Day 323

the broken walk among the healed
with pretend smiles and sunken eyes

camouflaged among one another
you must look closely for the

open wounds and hidden scars
limping walks and confident strides

the dead walk among the living
for the chance to become whole again

Day 322

bones fracture with too much pressure
as do hearts without enough love
and I think I heard a whimper escape my lips
when you broke mine

though years have passed
I can taste your perfume just by looking at
the empty side of our bed
but there are things I'm starting to forget

like how many freckles adorned your cheeks
and the way your hair fell when you sleep
these things I thought were permanent
memories in my brain

have fluttered away from my mind
like red leaves on the trees in autumn
until they are swept up by the wind's caress
and float gracefully to the ground