This applies to all of you

You are a muted paranoia
I can’t bring myself to shake,
a piggy bank of wishes
I can’t bring myself to break.
I cradle shadows of our former selves,
like it will somehow bring us back,
and I nurse little lies I told myself
to help fill in all the cracks.
With every day that passes,
I remember less of you,
so I supplement with fairy tales
that I know were never true.
You’re a five-fingered accusation
right across the face,
and look how wide we shut our eyes
to avoid the empty space.
You are the answer to a question
that is only in my mind;
you are the perfect resolution
that was never ours to find.

-L.R.Y.
(original from 11/8/10, edited 1/22/19)

 

4-line poems (1-5-5-9 syllable format)

Love
is an illusion,
something created
merely to keep the monsters at bay.

-L.R.Y.

Hate
is stronger than love
when you let it bloom,
but it’s nowhere near as beautiful.

-L.R.Y.