Skeletons in the mirror...ghosts of my past
By BeautifullyRuined
its too cold inside this house
and finding something to wear is next to impossible
with all the skeletons that
have taken up residence in my closet
the bed still smells like you
and i cannot bring myself to wrap up in blankets
that layed across your skin
the same way i did
nor can i wash them because
that would make this too permanent
that would mean you really did leave me
for good
the walls echo with your laughter
and the mirror only frowns at me
maybe because it remembers your smile
I`m in denial
your toothbrush still sleeps
curved up against mine
because that is the way its always been
i guess you bought a new one
to go with your new life
the life you live without me
Naked
on the floor in a tomb
that was once my home
with nothing but memories for comfort
when memories are what put me here
Comments on "Skeletons in the mirror...ghosts of my past"
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A former member wrote:
such a sad but yet very powerfull write. nicely done. ~ hdb.
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A former member wrote:
I can relate to the feeling of being in denial and knowing it. Very well written to convey the emotions felt...
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A former member wrote:
you captured the isolationism perfectly; how aloneness feels, especially after the left experience 'bed still smells like you'. .. bravo. ness
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On Monday, July 30, 2007, Lady Grinning Soul
(143) wrote:
for some odd reason I loved the second stanza the most. i echo Mylissa...
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On Monday, July 30, 2007, Mylissa
(825) wrote:
heart-breaking, lovely write.