Skylark Poetry

 The pain of a late apology. When regret settles in. A realisation is made. A past that can never be rewritten And a pain that would never fade. To say "I'm sorry" would be too few words. To say "I sincerely apologise" would be not enough. I want to say "I'm sorry" ... ... to apologise for the pain. To apologise for your struggle. To apologise for the heartarche. To aplogise for the heartbreak. You loved me. You truly do. And I took me away from you. For that I am sorry.  I know it's part of life: to gain love and lose love. And I know an apology is not enough.  Nor will it change anything. It will not bring back what you've lost. It may not heal any wounds. It may not bring revelation or closure. It is, but, a weight that was on my heart. For eternities I would apologise for the pain I have brought you. Isla Skylark.

On stars and hearts On roses and moons. On tanzanite wishes. On puddles and llama hugs. On a long lost past. On wishes of what-ifs. On what is gone. On what hurts. Daily. Reminders. 150520 2259 Skylark

by Isla Skylark In shrouded thoughts, I sit and wait for my love to speak, for my love to prate. About things of new and things of old about things blue and about things gold. Each thought heavy, each thought bright Each thought urging for one to hear its plight. Heavy is the mind wrought in emotional overthought Heavy is the heart feeling like it was all for nought. Trying to let words escape Making sure it is nice albeit; The pure thought may hurt, the words almost inert. As her lips utter a soft mutter, "I am no more, my soul a shatter" 15.12.2019 @ 21.11

A bed of clouds.  A person asleep.  On the monorail. In the City I keep. Isla Skylark 27/04/2018 6.49

Closing up. Anxious gasps of air escape my lungs with such horror and scarcity fighting to get into the world, but my lungs close up and my chest tightens; I am sewn from the lips. closed. shut. tightly.. Heart in pounding motion. on and off and on and off and on and off..and on and off. Skipping beats are from a time of old. Thoughts swallow my mind. Consuming my soul. Do I feel or don't I feel. I am questioning without breathe. Without pause. Assumed questions on repeat. I don't want love. I want to be free. Maybe it's him, or her or them or, me? (breathe) Closing my eyes. I want to escape. I feel shut in a place sealed from the world I want to be in and live in and breathe in ..the world I am in. I want my own pace. I want my own time. I want myself. I don't want them. Anxious gasps of air trapped in my lungs..the drum of my heart beating loudly in my mind.. Lightheaded. Pass out. Don't get up. Stay where you are. where I am. P...

At a loss I feel, I need to stop. *** This is just my perception. I am a hopeless romantic. I love to love and I won't stop finding new ways to love. This makes me feel incompatible with you. You've loved enough before. You've shown me kindness. You've seen love and known love. You've perceived love. Experienced love. I feel like my love is too demanding. Too expecting. Too remembering. Too much for me. This is the part where I yield. Yield on my pursuit of love. Yield to your pursuit of love. I am but something that needs to be tended to. I am but a lover. I am just something, close to friendship, but not. I could only perceive. I can only not know your truth. I can only not know your view. I am pulling strings that are not there. I am making problems where there is non. I am but myself. I am not enough to be .

Emptiness welcomed. A sadness settles... The world continues, I begin to stagger. Trying to catch up. Trying to keep at its pace. Falling over my feet, I get up over and over and over... There's no rest for the wicked. Maybe I should learn to defy the world, Defy gravity... I am weak... I seek peace. I can't continue, I don't want to.. My desires fade as I regress into silence. I have no place... Will I lose more than I have? Have I lost more than myself? Have I forgotten myself? Am I still lost? Emptiness welcomed. Sadness settles. I am alone within myself. I am none.