The Daily Page . Creative Writing #4 - So many things and not enough time...

I want to be romantic

open up.

be sentimental.

Leave my feelings out on the chopping block

even to feel your torture.

I’ll never feel the way you do. I see the passing of time.

I’m the stranger to you,

I’ll always be fond yet i’m erased from history.

a place where I lost a bout.

I’ll never love.

It almost doesn’t seem worth it.

Eventually the sand runs out.

I want to be romantic 

yet I am now in doubt.

I used to believe in love.

Now I believe in lust.

Once you’ve lost your love.

I’ve lost the lust , love and trust.

The Scab

It was a horrible feeling.

It made me sick to my stomach nothing existed

It was a feeling

It was Nothing.

I can’t Breathe.

To rip it off.

This planet I want to leave.

Mythological is what I want to believe.

Can I take a apart this heart.

Sacrifice, Tear it apart.

I want this torn off.

this scab.

At treason is at best and abandonment again.

Then. Maybe I made it out with the win. Someday no one

is going to care as this scab will be gone in the end.

Losing the friend that didn’t make it to the end is a trend.

I can’t think about if you do you’ll die. it is how these people lived.

This is how to survive.

In healing. You get the wound. Then the scab and then you get a scar.

If you are lucky it’s not a reminder forever when most of the time it seems that scar usually comes from someone who was a friend.

I hope you enjoy another excerpt from this ongoing series of random creative writing projects I’ve called the Daily Page. Sincerely Your Friend Me aka Jeffery