#repeating lines

Meaningless facts

Float around my head

As I desperately try to connect

With who I once knew better than myself

Now a stranger

But so familiar

So familiar

So familiar

A source of comfort

The reason I smiled

When everything seemed wrong

Turned to why I need comfort

As I woke crying night after night

Night after night

Night after night

We’re drifting apart and yet I hold on

To the memories

The love

The heartache

The broken promises

And broken promises

And broken promises

Warring with myself

I know I’m falling out of love

I feel I can’t move on

I try to hold on and breathe

And deal with the pain

And the pain

And the pain

Hoping one day we’ll smile again

And be happy

Together once more

Even though I know it’s not true

And I can’t lie to myself

Can’t lie to myself

Can’t lie to myself

Our reality has changed

Maybe for the better

Maybe for the worse

I know we will hold on

As long as we both can

Before we crumble together

And shatter into a million tiny pieces

Breaking in places where repair would be impossible

Be impossible

Be impossible

And we will never be the same again

And we will never be the same again

#NaPoWriMo #AtoZChallenge #poetry Stuck On Repeat

How many of you are old enough to remember turntables? Remember when you’d get a scratch or a single small hair or something and then the needle would catch on it and repeat the same phrase over and over until you moved the arm? That’s what today’s NaPoWriMo prompt reminded me of. We had to write a terzanelle, which is a cross between a villanelle and terza rima. It consists of five stanzas with…