Self-sacrificers always leave
what compelled them to stay
when the pain of compromise
outweighs the pain
of expectation non-conformity.
©haylesmaree
Lie on the flaw
It’s true.
Nobody has ever loved me
in such a way that allows me to love myself.
It’s truer.
The flaw is not those who are loving,
rather my belief that their loving controls my own.
©haylesmaree
Unde-find
She was a thousand words
I could not find.
She was the perfect sentence
inked in an unpublished book.
She was countless unwritten poems
on the tip of my tongue.
She was the unopened letters
in the envelope of my skin.
She was…
she is.
She stays missing
to exist.
©haylesmaree
The art
My darling,
stay safely
missing…
©haylesmaree
Write now
First we die…
And, we write letters about all the things we wanted to do but didn’t.
Followed by all the things we did do but didn’t want to.
… then we live.
©haylesmaree
Motional
… and perhaps,
we can only feel the
Towards
in the
Away.
©haylesmaree
Nothing everywhere
I am suffocated by the clarity,
strangled by the empty,
murdered by the cure.
©haylesmaree
