catharsisistic - Hello Poetry

Tiptoe around the edges of my heart all you want, but don't fall in, for the forrest stitched together by the threads of my veins is still burning. Scatter my bones and scar my skin with beautiful words, but if you dip your fingertips in my unhealed wounds, prepare to drown in a pool of sorrow.

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Jul 13, 2015

Jul 13, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC

catharsisistic

I'm not ready

Tiptoe around the edges of my heart all you want, but don't fall in, for the forrest stitched together by the threads of my veins is still burning. Scatter my bones and scar my skin with beautiful words, but if you dip your fingertips in my unhealed wounds, prepare to drown in a pool of sorrow.

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One day, you realize you have to let go of what once was and walk into what might or might not ever be, it also hits you that its time to loosen the grip around the ropes you held tight for so long, that even the bruises they left on the palms of your hands couldn’t convince you to let them slip. You watch those ropes fall far into the back of your memory with bittersweet melancholy, and after some time you begin to feel yourself gracefully peeling out of your own skin. The lyrics of a song you loved a year ago flirts with your ear while simultaneously running its knife through the strings of your heart. The memories that you buried night after night come to life and start slow dancing before your eyes, its only then that you find yourself stricken with grief, because its only then that you admit it belongs to another time, a time that tricked you into believing it's days would never run out on you, yet one day it collects all the moments and memories you shared and decides to give you up to another time, then graciously drifts away into the nothingness of the past, with a hope to be forgiven, but never forgotten and never lived again.

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC

catharsisistic

New begining

One day, you realize you have to let go of what once was and walk into what might or might not ever be, it also hits you that its time to loosen the grip around the ropes you held tight for so long, that even the bruises they left on the palms of your hands couldn’t convince you to let them slip. You watch those ropes fall far into the back of your memory with bittersweet melancholy, and after some time you begin to feel yourself gracefully peeling out of your own skin. The lyrics of a song you loved a year ago flirts with your ear while simultaneously running its knife through the strings of your heart. The memories that you buried night after night come to life and start slow dancing before your eyes, its only then that you find yourself stricken with grief, because its only then that you admit it belongs to another time, a time that tricked you into believing it's days would never run out on you, yet one day it collects all the moments and memories you shared and decides to give you up to another time, then graciously drifts away into the nothingness of the past, with a hope to be forgiven, but never forgotten and never lived again.

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To have your tears as the last memory.. To know that I have tried and failed forever and again to assume that you would see the love shining from within my eyes and instead watch you fixed over the nothingness rolling out of my tongue I shall not ask forgiveness for I am the one that effortlessly drew scars of disappointments over the softness of your skin, I am the one that burned your light into my darkness. you stood, a burning bright light before my eyes and I ran into dimness I ran away, from your sweetness into my own misery. I ran, holding traces of your perfume permanently stitched into the skin of my palms and your teary eyes glued into the back of my head like the first page of my favorite book but how could you let me go when everything within me silently begged you not to..

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC

catharsisistic

My apologies

To have your tears as the last memory.. To know that I have tried and failed forever and again to assume that you would see the love shining from within my eyes and instead watch you fixed over the nothingness rolling out of my tongue I shall not ask forgiveness for I am the one that effortlessly drew scars of disappointments over the softness of your skin, I am the one that burned your light into my darkness. you stood, a burning bright light before my eyes and I ran into dimness I ran away, from your sweetness into my own misery. I ran, holding traces of your perfume permanently stitched into the skin of my palms and your teary eyes glued into the back of my head like the first page of my favorite book but how could you let me go when everything within me silently begged you not to..

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