le temps apporte l’oubli

There are days
When I want to slap you across the face,
Just as hard as you hit me with the truth;
The curveball, the truth that precedes all lies–
but I don’t.
There are days
When I want to be so near to you,
Flirt with the idea of your skin against mine;
Tell you, you mean nothing to me–
but I don’t.
There are days
When I wish you’d come back,
Tell me you’d never leave again;
Making me hope and wait again–
but I won’t.
There are days
When I almost call,
Ask you, is it true;
Am I just a wall you’d bounce off from—
but I won’t.
There are days
When I latch on to anything,
To distract my mind, my heart;
Afraid you won’t come back if you see me doing fine—
Oh but I do, I do.

Monkey Mind

Breathe in
Breathe out
I’m trying
To breathe in
Breathe out
Don’t think
Don’t think
Don’t think
Don’t think.

I can’t escape
Can’t deny
Can’t hide.
My tears,
They’re flowing,
I told them not to,
But they do,
The tears.

I’m stuck,
Stuck in anger
Stuck in knowing
What you have kept long ago
What you didn’t say,
That you gave up
Long before you told me.
I’m stuck in anger
Stuck in anger
Stuck in anger.

Don’t.
Don’t think.
Breathe in,
Breathe out.
Straighten you back,
Feel the stillness
Breathe in
Breathe out
Don’t think
Don’t think.