I am a ghost waiting for you. As you enter the dark, I become your guide.
I am a ghost lingering in the background when all is well. When it’s not, you turn to me.
I am a ghost. You know I am there but you can’t see me.
I am a ghost in your world. A phantom no one knows.
I am a ghost and when you can’t talk, I understand.
I am a ghost waiting for you. And when you need me, I become real.
I can’t be if being means living without you
every time I see you, my heart bleeds.
the bleeding can only be stopped with your touch.
the ache inside will only vanish if you suck it out of my pores.
I miss you so much that I fear if I ever stop missing you, I will disintegrate.
and I don’t want to be addicted to your scent.
and I don’t want to miss you in my dreams.
and I don’t want to be yours. That’s a lie. Because I do.
but you made me feel. you freed me. you saved me. and now you caged me again.
even when you are near, you are far away.
and my heart keeps missing. you.
and I will never be if I am without you.
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I can still feel your last embrace on my skin.
I can still hear your last words whispered in my ear.
My biggest fear is that you’ll silently vanish from my mind and leave a gap in my heart that can never be filled.
Broken promises
Broken promises.
J’ai fait une promesse
And I broke it
Ton coeur fragile
I couldn’t keep it together.
J’ai fait une promesse
But I never stood a chance
Ton dernier sourire
Forever in my soul.
J’ai fait une promesse
I wasn’t there
Tes yeux pâles
Haunting my dreams.
J’ai fait une promesse
Bitter tears of goodbye
Ton âme disparue
Forever alone.
***A mix of French and English. It had to be done like this.***
Catherine Micqu xx
Set me free
Through the open window the breeze comes in.
It settles on my naked skin.
You’re close, closer than you’ve ever been.
I can feel it – within.
Your presence seeps into me.
You will never set me free.
The night hides your daily dose of pain.
I would take it off you, but every time I try, it is in vain.
I wait for you; each and every night, again and again.
You became the most tenacious, reappearing part on me – a stain.
You’re more than I will ever be.
You will never set me free.
No begging and pleading will make these memories go away.
And even when our bodies part and our souls go astray,
There will always be a reason why we met that day.
And a reason why I couldn’t stay.
You are nothing more than a distant fading memory.
One, that will never set me free.
Catherine Micqu xx
The reality of my dream
Lost in the scary reality of this dream.
You are there but you don’t recognise me.
You look at me but you don’t see me. And I call your name and wave my arms.
To no avail.
And I realise; in your world, I am only a dream.
I wake up with a start.
Drenched in sweat, the sheets are in a bunch around my ankles.
I turn to you for comfort.
But you are not here.
You never were.
And I realise; in my world, you are only a dream.
I wish our dreams could merge.
You would see me.
I would find comfort.
Reality would be less empty.
Dreams would be less deceiving.
It could be a place we call home.
Catherine Micqu xx
Love hurts
Love hurts
I wonder if that is true. Does love always have to hurt? Why is it so scary to allow love. To feel love and to receive it?
Mind you, I don’t have answers to the questions I’m asking.
I’m just wondering why feeling is scary as fuck.
Because it is. It is terrifying to feel an all consuming love for someone. It is terrifying to feel connected to someone. It is terrifying to know that there is a perfect match for you. It is terrifying to find that someone when we never thought that we deserve love.
It is scary and terrifying. A coward just hides in his shadows, pushes the other away. A strong person accepts the facts the heart and the soul already know.
What if we silenced our brain for a moment and just acted upon our feelings?
Can we love more than one person?
So many questions. And no answers.
Never gone
I was never gone.
He said and she knew that this was a new beginning. He would be the one to fill the holes in her heart and in her mind.
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