Entries By sheirin
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shepherd
Guided. Guided I was by my impractical thoughts of how strong I was, how ready and able I was. Then finally one day I discovered I was not superwoman. I stopped shepherding myself with these thoughts of perfection, and finally started feeling.
Posted By sheirin On 10.26.2011 @ 10:18 am
trade
I’d give anything for one – even if just for a day. To trade the day for someone else’s. Someone not so alone, so broken, so alone. The days go by so slowly, and I’d give it all for one that just didn’t.
Posted By sheirin On 09.12.2011 @ 11:55 am
boiling
Sitting here, indoors, I feel like I’m about to have a sun stroke. I can’t think, can barely move for fear of falling faint. Thoughts of our last conversation swirling around in my mind. I get up for water and realise as I fall to the ground that the only thing boiling in this freezing room is my heart that’s sunk into my stomach.
Posted By sheirin On 08.02.2011 @ 4:26 pm
muse
She would be perfect. Not in that goes-to-church, loves-her-daddy kind of way. Not at all. But the way she looked – as in looked at everything; the way she carried – as in herself; and just the way she was. She was the perfect muse.
Posted By sheirin On 07.30.2011 @ 6:58 am
bow
She always had it somewhere. Sometimes it was tied in her hair, on her necklace, around her wrist. She always had that yellow bow somewhere. I see the colour yellow and all I can think of is her. Today I reached into the cupboard in the bathroom – the one downstairs. And it glided its way into my sink. It sat there, untied, exposed, trademark.
Posted By sheirin On 07.14.2011 @ 3:32 pm
eyeliner
I came over one morning to help her apply her makeup – you know, the blushes and the eyeliners and the lip-stuff. So much she had forgotten, but how to be beautiful was not one of those things. I rang the doorbell and she opened. “Yes?” Being beautiful she still knew, but today she forgot me.
Posted By sheirin On 05.05.2011 @ 7:30 pm
fluorescent
She caught my attention that one May 6th. She walked off that platform, looking like the travel had got the best of her; but she had my attention anyways. The way she walked like she knew exactly where she was – when she obviously didn’t – and the way she wore that fluorescent ribbon around her messy ponytail… it was all but perfection, yet she had me from that moment anyway.
Posted By sheirin On 05.01.2011 @ 5:50 pm
chorus
We talk, we laugh, we dance, we sing alone. We learn our own words, to make our stories heard. We want the world to know MY story; she wants HERS told; and everyone says their OWN. But then, something beautiful happens. Chorus. And we talk, we laugh, we dance, and we sing it together.
Posted By sheirin On 04.30.2011 @ 6:30 am
deadbolt
left me out. i came back to get my things, but she had put a deadbolt on the door, to keep me out. i’ll never know what i had done… if it had been loving her too much until she could not take it or not remembering that she didn’t love me. but all i did was love her, and that was a good thing. but this deadbolt, she used it and with it she left me out. that last tuesday – the one where we had a lazy sunday and she called in sick for work and so did i – when i told her loved her – that’s gone now. locked in behind a deadbolt, and i am out.
Posted By sheirin On 04.28.2011 @ 3:21 pm
