Ailyn's Lines

it’s the middle of the night and am facing this white sheet in front of me with only one thing in my head – your name.

the flame to keep going on is hanging by a thread while i am walking on a wire with deep melancholy and a deeper exhaustion reflected in these dark hollowed eyes trying to reach for your hand from the other side.

i left my heart at the door back when we were twelve and life was unsure you tied your shoelace while i tied my hands cause i know from the start we didn’t have a chance.

i walked through the dark halls trying to look and stand tall so confident when I’m alone sliding in walls that feel like home as i approach through the door i held my head down the floor the doorway creaks as I enter everyone I see are all strangers some look at me with aContinue reading “of hallways and doors”

you should have been here and brought me that smile wiped my worries and tears and say, “sorry i was late a while”. you should have been here and sent me those love letters effaced all of my fuss and fears and say, “you will be better” you should have been here and stopped meContinue reading “isolation”

six years after and still living i was sure i never had this feeling is this a flower that had to bloom or a shining star meant to be doomed is this a pillow or a paper heart is this the closure or just the start is this just a leaf or is this aContinue reading “what is this? part II”

there’s someone inside me screaming, “let me out”. i said, ” no it can’t be.” no one should know what you’re about. there’s something inside me whispering, “get me out of here.” i told it, “no you shouldnt be.” no one should see you in clear there’s someone inside me asking, “why can’t i beContinue reading “someone inside me”

i have fallen for a fallen angel that seemed like a daydream but was a nightmare i was broken by a fallen angel who made skies dark and dim and burned me in flares.

on the fifth of October in a blue scented paper you laid your love in letters in my heart and in my drawers.

in my porsche 550 driving on the way to you and i strike the brakes too soon with bonnie and clyde too six feet under in my pucci cadillac casket gone was the trace of you but the letters in the basket.