"Silent Symphonies"

I could hear them
as they
             kicked up their
                       heels.
             as they
                         got ready to
                                walk
                                and
                                leave.

I could hear my heart
            b          g
              e      n
                a  i
                  t
a
  pulse,
like it was nothing
But it wasn't
nothing.
It wasn't
a triangle playing
   a soft sound.
It was
and only was
a drum
p
  o
    u
      n
        d
           i
            n
              g
in my body.

I could hear all those
         *voices*
that kept saying
         e
       enough
     enough
     you are not enough
         g
         h
And the way
the drumming
      became
                     LOUDER
and the footsteps
        q
          u
            i
             e
               t
                e
                  r
until all I was left with
were
melodies
painting
melancholies
in
   my
        still—yet beating—
              heart.

--; April 09th, 2014

I wrote this while remembering a lot of the feelings I used to have when my depression was extremely bad.
I'm becoming more artistic with my poetry. Lol. Look, no more squares/rectangles~

I know I've been owing you guys a lot, so here's the latest and my queue will be officially coming back up :)

"Unrelated Matters"

I watched her grow up
and I watched her leave.
I wonder if she knew
she became the death of me.

--; January 8th, 2014
I wrote this in dedication to someone who used to be in my life, but is no longer in it anymore.
She broke my heart when she left and I haven't forgotten about the heartbreak since.
I think a lot of us can related to the feeling of being left, even when we think we'd never be left behind.
The title was meant to be a contradiction, because obviously, this is a matter that is very important and holds a crapload of significance.