Lost on the dark side of the moon
Though it does not exist
When push comes to shove
You hurt me.
I love you but why do you
continue to cause me pain?
Drowning in myself
Filling with dread
Can’t see the light
Nothing is refracting
back to me, so all
Alone is how I’m seen
Even though you are right
There standing next to me.
Without you I’d die because
We are one, interconnected
Fate intertwined
But you make bad decisions
You always put me down
How can you hurt me
When you do not exist?
You are so real to me
Fighting back with every
breath you make, stealing
every breath I try to take,
against you I don’t stand
A chance and you and I both
know that, I crumple easily
my life is in the palm of your hand
you stand strong, drawing energy
from the negativity within me
and all that surrounds me.
The dark side of the moon
shines bright, it’s light is overwhelming
There’s an inside duel,
One has now become two.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 10:43 PM UTC
As I slit my wrists
the words keep bleedin’,
mixing with the tears
and recognized fears.
Those hurtful words
and ugly sayings. I
cut again and continue
bleedin’, away the hate,
anger and frustration.
Venting is my self
mutilation. there are
no scars to hide when
I am done, I just wipe
my tears as my sadness
fades and the dawn passes
to another day...
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 1:47 AM UTC
It was my pride and joy.
When I picked it up and
My lips kissed the cold metal
I felt instantly at home.
My fingers pressed the three
pearled keys up and down
as if getting re-aquatinted,
always one being a rebel.
The spit valve needed a
new cork for it dripped
like the tears of a loved one,
longing to be held.
And the gold paint was
chipping, revealing an
ugly shade of brown.
But as your hand glided
across the paper,
the blemishes and
imperfections disappeared.
And the world now saw it
through my eyes.
It did not shine or
glitter in the sunlight,
but it hung, proudly
in black and white.
A masterpiece.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 1:37 AM UTC