Love.
It is that
baneful
medicine
we keep
taking...
...even
without
reading
the labels.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
Your hands had become a comfort to me,
So when you pressed them to my chest
I wasn’t afraid.
But you didn’t stop
At my skin,
You pushed through my flesh,
Bent my ribs back
Like wire,
And pulled my heart out.
You dropped it on the ground,
Repulsed,
As if it were a spider,
Or some other unsightly pest.
I healed my chest without it,
Sewed up my flesh,
Because I didn’t want you to see me
Break myself more
Trying to fit it back into
The grotesque cavity.
It hurts more without it.
I tried to swallow it down
With my pride,
Down,
Down,
Down,
The dark well.
So at least it would be safe inside me.
It lives now as a lump in my throat
That I feel constantly
And won’t go away.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
Inside me
Tears keep falling
While pieces keep breaking
Inside me
The sound of emptiness
Echoes
Inside me
The walls are caving in
I can't breathe
Then I heard
Familiar steps
One after another
Inside me
Darkness, my old friend
Came visiting
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 11:22 AM UTC
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
as much as i respect what your heart needs
there's just a small thing my heart never reads
being as stubborn as i am, it just wont believe
just something so small, it feels not Deceived
i read it as an offer to just be friends
something inside me just wont let it end
as much as i want to let you go
the heart disagrees, that's not how it wants to flow
it gets the point, it just wants to see
if truly your heart has let it be
it hears all the issues and waits for the truth
not as easy as pulling out a tooth
just to let go, it somehow wont give peace
it doesn't remember signing any contract
always just wanting to be in contact
thinking way back to memories of the past
not caring about it, anything to make it last
as much as my mind sees it fit to let in
a beat in my heart says that wont be a win
if breakups were easy then this would feel fine
something inside me refuses to you not being mine
in retrospect, my love will never stop
not just a phase, no feelings to chop
your heart has reason to feel like it does
my heart will always be one to make a fuss
i guess what i'm saying, if its over, i refuse
i love you so much, you've become my poetic muse
distance can stop this but the heart can't deny
its not that easy,it wont just comply
if this is over, i wont sit i fear
ill just wait and see, ill be right here
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
If I lost my job.
I could make it.
If I lost my car.
I could make it.
If I lost you.
I just couldn't take it.
This world we share for built for two.
So living it without you would make me blue.
If men in love would admit this.
Even they would know it is true.
If I lost a dream.
I could make it.
If I lost this ring(on my finger)
I be shaken.
But If I lost you.
I just couldn't make it.
You my life source of sunshine.
The support I need.
You're the heart that I forever want beating around me.
If I lost all hope.
You be willing to pick me .
There can never be another worth all the gold you are in my eyes.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 11:17 PM UTC
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
I'm a ******* coward.
I should have said something, anything.
Instead I just sat here, took it, and tried to hold back tears.
You didn't know you did it.
Probably didn't know it hit me like that.
I should have said something,
but i'm just a coward.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
if only you could ever know what you've done to me
ink stained my skin from where i wrote hate letters to myself
scars line my skin from where i tried to cut out everything i hated about myself
fat clings on my bones for dear life because i tried to starve it off
pain still flows along with my blood, traveling from my mind to my heart
if only it could leave with all the blood i tried to lose
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 11:14 PM UTC