Captive

I found this sample of my high school writing among some of my old belongings. Thought that I would share it (This is one of two I found written on the same piece of notebook paper. Cute, huh?).

 

How you hold me tightly….
Helpless beneath your grasp.
Sometimes I feel you’re seeing-
The face behind the mask.

You hold me though unknowing.
I sigh beneath your grip.
I long to kiss the softness-
Of every grasping tip.

The waves of time keep sending
The message to my brain.
I feel the every movement-
Of what I can’t obtain.

With every waking moment
Of being close and near,
I shed the signs of happiness,
With every falling tear.

- Tabitha Castillo

Written In The Stars

Found this recently in my old high school belongings. Thought that I would share

 

100 billion of them up there
All shining in the sky,
But all I have is one wish
You know exactly why.

You’ve watched me. Seen me closely-
Even though you are so far.
You saw me when I met him-
Oh, shining wishing star.

You’ve seen beneath my mask now
And though he doesn’t know
You see the scars are written-
On what I never show.

You’ve seen the many reasons
That I choose to hide
You’ve seen me outside wishing
You’ve seen my inside pride.

I wish that when it’s night-time,
He’ll see and then he’ll know.
He’ll see what I have written-
On starry moonlight glow.

- Tabitha Castillo

Swallowing Glass and Decorative Ribbons

 

When you left me broken and confused
I swallowed glass.
Your words now travel through my body
Slicing away at me with every sentence.
Even now as I lay here wanting to cry
For the simple reason of not knowing why
Splinters trace the gaps behind my eye balls
Forbidding me to.
Now with every message I get
I am faced with the realization
It’s not you.
You blew the glass yourself
With the last words you uttered.
Repeating them
To hear them
Resound in my ear
Will only call them to the surface
And I will be the long ribbon
That once decorated
The Heart I gave you….

- Tabitha Castillo

He Can Only Hold Her

Loneliness brushes the swell of her lips
But he can only hold her
Reaching for something gone and amiss
Absence himself adores her
His words alone can stroke her heart
A cradle for the broken fray
They whisper secrets to her soul
And get her through the day.
Trailing to what they cannot avoid
The bridges he burnt before her
Seeking a path not leading astray
But he can only hold her.
She needs to see that he can stand
Before the tides that lap him
Believe that what he before once did
He’ll never again let happen.
Embracing the confides of her skin
His kisses numb her shoulder
He’ll try his best to pretend to change,
But He can only hold Her.
As If caressing touch can rub away
The lack of Love with Solace
And pacifier the weaning needs
That gape with seamless callous
He’ll shadow what he thinks needs
To project and show and be
A fading heart he finds still bleeds,
But He can only hold Me.

- Tabitha Castillo