the discarded

[e_liberation]

words of cashmere
float from my mouth, falling on deaf ears
while
my heart laced with betrayal, bathes in the memories

we're barely breathing

the struggle to deny your existence is futile
(foreboding) images branded on my flesh
in my mind
my
every
unfolding moment

i open doors to crippling silences
i wake from dreams with my insides upside down and raging

never close enough to sense any reason

i want those pieces back, to be whole again
but there is no refund on my love
no exchange on time well wasted
and extraordinarily poor choices

only the day-to-day
and the same old tactics


why are you so hard to forget,
when i'm impossible for you to remember.

i want to come out the other side.
to satisfy this appetite that craves only
love

and mild amnesia.