Steam train

Midnight chimes call me to slumber
But my mind races violently through memories
Dragging my heart through hot coals as it wonders
Who are you now?

Is the smile still coy
And are the eyes still filled with youthful exuberance?
Is the mind still unsure of life
And do the hands know what to do with the heart they now hold?

You appeared to roll in like a steam train out of thin air
And disappear just as unforgivingly
Giving one congratulated person
A short but plunging ride

As I look back now from times that should be blissful
My eyes well up at how intimate our collision was
And how the distance beyond that grew harder
How I wished you could have shared those moments with me

We had no spark, you felt.
You needed space.
You needed someone who could resist you more
And not have you consume their entire being

And I lay and changed into something I wanted you to want
And time taught me to care for myself
But I still look back and mourn the youthful exuberance and joyful ignorance I had
Before I poured my heart and soul into memories that I can no longer touch.

Now I lay here with my new lover
I pray he does not do the same
I push him away
And he wonders how a symphony could make me cry

I wish I had more than words to convey my grieving
The loss of a hopeful and trusting girl
Who was so sure she was on a quick route to heaven
ButĀ fell hard to earth as a woman who only knows how to hurt.

Fade

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Your beauty fades
As the distance grows
And time fills up the space
That you have left

There are no kind words
To write on the back
Of polaroids taken
At the ball game

Only eye rolls
And ‘how could I have been so stupid’s
As she begins to grow back
Into her own skin

All the months and days
Spent wondering
‘What is wrong with me’
As you used her to immature

Gratuity and golden warmth
As all the good things come to her at once
A long-awaited happiness
That your pride stopped you from giving

You plant your empty promises
Onto another one’s lips
Another who in six months time will ask
What’s your name again?