The grass on this side of the fence.

The marks left by plans I should have made are starting to fade.  

I could have become something- now I'm just becoming a shadow.  A dent in a couch.  A name on a list.  A lie.

Did anyone besides me ever think i was a genius?  I believed I was a prodigy.  

Kill my dreams- murder my ambition- let me live in a world of mediocrity if you really want me to feel the sting of life at its' most powerful.

I'm living with a man who almost loves me- who almost accepts the world we've created.

I'm living with a man who is content with the shell of a person I am.

the only thing he wants is a little more appreciation, a little more sympathy, a little more understanding-

I'm already stretched too thin, baby, does that matter?

Does it matter that I'm translucent?  My veins pumping so close to my ivory skin you can see them- bright blue and oh so fragile.

You could crack them with your fist.  I know you'd like to;

you're just afraid of seeing the life in my eyes die.

just look the other way;

my soul escaped through my fingertips the first time you kissed them, anyway.

Author's Note

I'm not a poet by any stretch of the imagination. I'm a short story writer who got drunk one night and woke up to this on my computer. I found it strange since it doesn't describe my relationship, yet I can feel the pain. I might be delusional. This is me giving my blessing to tear it apart.

Reviews

[Tepher Church]

Very reflective and introspective. I admire that

[khalid]

i have really enjoyed reading this. it was so simply written with very simple words which really suit the mood you were going through while writing it.
very nice work...keep on it..