love is a candle
it lights the way
yet
it can be extinguished in a split second
one day
you will look back and realize
your troubles of the past made the you that you wanted or even needed to be
by jaxon woeber
love is a candle
it lights the way
yet
it can be extinguished in a split second
one day
you will look back and realize
your troubles of the past made the you that you wanted or even needed to be
the thing about losing loved ones is the pain isnt sharp, its long and lingering, it will drag slowly across your mind like a dull blade
laying down
in your emotions
unable to sleep
one day you will not be so
restless
you will be able to dream again
it takes time
let time heal
you
all of you
all of those cells
all of those memories
all of those years
you are a collection
a museum
crimson stains
soaking the bedsheets
screeching noises
piercing the silence
a vintage scent
of tobacco leather and vanilla
with a hint of burnt hair
musky and off-putting
i am distant from comfort
your cold hands around my throat painful yet healing
like an arm in a cast
you put me in a cage with no key
you force your thoughts upon me
as my judgement gets cloudy
and my creativity slowly expires
you send me out
but what you reap is what you sow
roaches scattered
the light flickering
cobwebs filled the room
dust and debris covered the floor
this is home for many
so when you go to bed
in your king size mattress
give thanks
you are oil
pressed
into something
beautiful
i knocked
cried
died that night
realizing
how many lives have been taken
from one person
when the rot
finally consumes me
let your bones remember
you were the cure
to all my ailments
the day that your corpse decays
when the flies feast upon your flesh
will you be remembered
or forgotten like billions
that came before you
red wine and xanax on the nightstand
cobwebs and dust envelope the room
broken beer bottles in front of the tv
bullet holes decorating the windows
an eviction notice on the door
is this why we came to america?
empath, a collection 