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Connection Abort

May 25, 2013

The draw, the pull

Exhilarates me

Its origin does not interest me.

I recoil when silence is unveiled

In response to opening the wound, the one I didn’t know was there.

The salt scorches hope unfulfilled

Hope of something different this time.

I cannot touch what isn’t there

The love I offer, the taste of truth

Leaves me waiting far too long

I refuse to say goodbye

Refuse to accept it is just me

Refuse to accept the unrequited.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. May 26, 2013 5:20 am

    Nice one. I’ve been to this place.

    • May 26, 2013 8:36 am

      Thanks, cuhullen. This is a place I hate and would really rather not revisit. Hoping that writing about it, exposing it to air, will help it heal.

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