softly she speaks

mistress

softlyshespeaks — Thu, 26 Jan 2012 13:33:39 +0000

i sit across from you as you spill the dark tale. secrets and shame find light in the reflection of your teary eyes. hands clasped tightly around an already cooled cup of coffee. i am unmoved. unsurprised. unable to comprehend how feather light whispers weigh so heavily on your heart. that has leapt from your chest onto the sleeve of another. the other. a mistress you have become.

when

softlyshespeaks — Sun, 15 Jan 2012 20:46:16 +0000

will you be the friend i deserve?

brittle bones

softlyshespeaks — Sat, 14 Jan 2012 11:22:44 +0000

of mine. creak with the rise of the sun. a reminder of what is almost broken, but not quite.

12.12.12

softlyshespeaks — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 19:15:04 +0000

and so it begins …

suddenly …

softlyshespeaks — Wed, 28 Sep 2011 15:19:50 +0000

sad.

beautiful?

softlyshespeaks — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 05:22:42 +0000

this canopy of stars. the glow of the fire by my side. the lullaby of this rocking chair. the crackly decadence that is ray charles on the record player. king sized beds and moonlit bike rides. neon pink nail polish blurry as eyes open under water. buckets of food impossible to finish. tall frosty never ending glasses of lemonade. cool sheets on sun kissed skin. everything. in this moment (even me) … is beautiful.

red

softlyshespeaks — Fri, 05 Aug 2011 18:17:49 +0000

irrational thoughts laced with flashes of sanity. angry. because i don’t know if this is pretend or whether you really are unravelling before my very own eyes. seeing you and your fear. like this. scares me.

storm in a tea cup

softlyshespeaks — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 21:27:45 +0000

served in chipped china made from the very bones you bury with your words. snuffing out life. love. fear and doubt and betrayal and angst. sweetened liquid gold sipped then swallowed. beautiful belly swollen with the grotesque contents of your deceit. and yet, all i think of is how this could not possibly be your making … until the cruel but warm trickle of your blatant disregard spills on my face. it’s true. this is you.

lost and found

softlyshespeaks — Sun, 03 Jul 2011 08:26:52 +0000

discarded dreams and almost tomorrows locked away in a chest. all things lost tainted with forgetfulness. dusty with hope. that one day a hand will reach in. and find what was left behind.

you

softlyshespeaks — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 23:07:43 +0000

hear my thoughts and read my heart. as if we were once one now split in two. half love. half hope. whole lives spent not touching. just loving. from a distance.