#taleeagrace

[taleeagrace]

the gaping whole within my chest,

is growing at a rate that I can not correct.

my self hatred is getting a little taller,

the world seems a little smaller.

if you prode and probe just right,

you'll find an army of all my regrets.

all the words I've wanted to take back are buried in the bite marks,

lining my tounge as I pray to restart.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

there's no life left in these words,

these hollow shells that have been dredged from the back of my throat.

the fruit you've picked has rotted itself inside out,

the carcasses droop and wilt as the days pass.

not even the sun in all her grace

can bring back what's been left.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

I would come for you,

until my fingers bleed raw,

scraping along the concrete.

until the stars fall through,

casting the world in a firery, electric glow.

until I'm left at your mercy,

tout pour toi, rien pour moi.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

every once in a while I remember I'm fleeting and past;

so I protest and crouch, tucking myself deep inside the confies of my organs,

(quiet and grim)

promising to build a home far nicer than I'll ever have here.

there'll be candles and light,

perpetual warmth and gentle nights.

and everytime I remember, just how feeble I am,

I'll add another room, another floor, another window,

I'll tuck myself away until I find a little bit more might - until I'm soft and kind and not drowning in fright.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

I am my father's daughter, and that comes with guilt.

my independence is his betrayal,

I owe him the world and that is something I cannot provide.

I am my father's daughter, and I resent him for that.

my anger is his,

I cannot change the man who made me a replica of himself.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

sometimes I must grieve the little girl I have outgrown,

when I realise I lack the childish wonder that was the opening years of my life,

or when it's ten past eleven, and I become hauntingly aware of the neglected carcass of my first teddy bear, who is strewn hastily on the cliff face of my bedframe.

I know it's wasteful to reminisce on a girl I can hardly claim to know,

but I can't seem to let the feeling of hollow vastness, that she has left, go.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

when things get too hard

and the world gets too cold,

I shut myself away

to a place drenched in gold;

the songbirds keep singing,

the plants do not wilt,

time doesn't matter

and everything's still.

- t.g

[taleeagrace]

I write like I pray,

in desperation and in hope.

I am no author - and I am certainly not religious,

but I often find myself in such a state,

that capability nor choice appear to matter,

and I will do whatever it takes to end it.

- t.g