Painful silence scratches at my heart, leaving deep marks.

You never explained yourself,
instead you leave me in the dark.

You just left me without a goodbye, you didn’t even think about my feelings or anything else.

I don’t understand your lack of words, I am not sure what happened to you for you haven’t given me any response.

You are a theft in the night,
you silently came and stole my heart only to drop it like a piece of trash.

How can you say I love you?
After everything you have done
you dropped me, neglected me
and never gave me a reason why?

The worst type of evil is the silent kind, those who have something to hide are the silent ones, they don’t care about anything you have to give them not even your life.

I will never understand why someone would say I love you and then without any reason drop you.

Where’s the love you said you hold for me?

All I’ve got is a bucket of tears,
a painful burning, and a used mind
you left behind.

Nothing I say gets through to you,
it’s like talking to a brick wall
or quicksand my words fall in but never comes out.

You stole my heart and my everything, with no remorse for the damages you caused me.

You should be ashamed of yourself.
I call you my love because
that’s what you are to me.

Sadly you don’t hear a word I speak, your too busy judging me.

My love is sick.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Love is like a candle
it doesn’t last without
a flame.

It burns so fast, it turns
into memories of smoke
that lingers for only a moment
before it fades.

You are left with a half burnt wick
and a used up waxy stick.

Ashes are smeared on the table
while a heart lays in its own blood
beating one last time before
dieing.

You can blame love for the damages
but never suit for love doesn’t
care for you.

I have made my peace with the world,
but not love for love always
comes back on its hands and knees.

I fell head over heels so many times,
the bruises on my knees haven’t healed from the fall.

Love punishes me.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I once thought love was
a magical place, where everything
suddenly falls into place.

Sadly I have learned the truth,
love hurts worse than a rotting tooth.

It can be **** too,
full of hurt and struggles.

I am left chocking on my tears
while my heart tore apart
bruised and fragile like porcelain,
it broke into a thousand words
bleeding from my wounds (poetry).

It flows so easily,
like hot wax melting over the
wick it hardened but without form
or structure. It falls apart
in your hands.

I burst into a puddle of tears,
for my visual can no longer
hold the pressure.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Orange, yellow, and red stream through the dust as it settles down covering the ground and Autumn returns.

Leafs scatter in the wind
as cold chills push the trees.

The clouds become cotton *****
wrapped in there blue skies
and sunshine.

Heavy breath of snow blows
cold kisses upon your cheeks.

Autumn is never black,
its silhouette is orange,
yellow, and red.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2018
As the sunlight fades slowly
behind the cleavage of the world,
thine eyes close to say goodnight,
leaving a sliver of the moon hanging over your head and a sprinkle of stars cast their blazing trails crowning the sky King of the night.

The valley sighs before
sluggishly bowing to the night, the trees sleep like babies in their rooted beds.

As Autumn came
in the stillness of the night,
she laid her gown on top
the meadows turning the trees
red, yellow, and brown.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2018
Amongst the books I am
torn, tattered, and worn,
my pages are yelled,
my binding fragile and
frayed by age.

My story sat for awhile
before a friend found my
shelf, such poetry I wrought
in slow progress; it is dripping
from the pen I hold within
my poetic brain, and you became
the reader of my poetic tongue.

Like rats my thoughts gather
in a pack of many before
looking for attention and food
so here I am writing for you.

It’s a dilution of words
I spit out for you, like
a flaming candle blowing
smoke into your mind.
I linger on your thoughts
before you ***** my wick
releasing my last bit of
light before I become a memory.

These are the poetic bindings
that hold me tightly
to this world. I am like a
violin you strum my strings
and I will begin to sing.

My poetic bindings hold
me tightly allowing me
to write these lines
of wrought and desire.

This is my poetic binding.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2018
This one’s my last breath,
but not the end of my story.

Breathe they say,
with a rush of pain
my breath breaks the surface.

I can see the light ahead
of the darkness that
tries to steal my life.

Like fireworks I burst
breaking the halo that
in gulfs my existence,
but my ghost lives on after
the surcharge of this
beautiful pain we inhaled
like it’s our last,
breathe they say.

Break the halo
bursting into life,
like a firework lighting up
the night, this life will never
extinguish my flame
for I will always burn bright.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
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