Letters

Sometimes I wonder if it was even worth sacrificing so much. Sometimes I wonder if you didn’t do it just for yourself. Because you were afraid of being left alone. You feared that I wouldn’t call you again.

~ letters

© W. Donovan

Infinity

Tangled in the stars
that spoke
and asked questions
uncomfortable but lovable
vanished to memories
like a crystal on a finger
cold in the heart
but still vivid
that is broken to pieces
shattered on the floor.

© W. Donovan

To waste

I wasted so many mornings
only lying in bed.
You wasted so much time
trying to show me the beauty
I didn’t want to see.
You were always there
waiting for me
wanting me to start living.
I wasted so many mornings.
Don’t ask me why
I was blind.
Don’t ask my why
I was deaf.
When I finally woke
I hoped everything would change.
It was too late, though
you weren’t there any longer
waiting to show me the world.
Now you’re telling me
to go back where I was.
Now you’re threatening me
to show me the ugliness
I don’t want to see.
Now you’re asking me
to waste every morning.

© W. Donovan

Kill me [VIII]

Please kill me
you won’t regret anything
but dead bodies.
Please let me go
for I wouldn’t like to see
disappointment in your eyes.
You cannot control it
and I don’t know either
when it will come after me.
Do you hate me so much?
that you make me look at all this?
You know you have to kill me
before I kill you
so that I could finally forget.
Please let me
Let yourself forget me
Please kill me

© W. Donovan