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Mouth

We taste it

when they speak,

like there were more than sound waves

leaving lips,

like forgotten thoughts.

I’m still alone while I listen

and while sadness

brings my eyes to spit

the only thing left for me to do

is call out for help.


Over here

The splinters are there
and sting
like I’d done something wrong.
My whole life
all I’ve done was try,
making easy attempts
and even better excuses
while those who’ve tangled
have already forgotten
and it’s me
that’s unrecognized.
Always there
like you were sure
you’d met me
some other time
in some other place.