Holding On To Nothing


I am good at holding
On to nothing
Like it’s all I have
Waiting for a
Kiss that will never
Touch my lips

I often wander
Into my heart
I will disappoint you
Because it’s all I know

I am so used
To dealing with myself
In fragments, shards
Of nothingness
Undone like ribbons

I wish to Un – breathe
Every breath
Unopen my eyes
Line the darkness
With stars
Get lost in your
Kiss that never
Touched my lips

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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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