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My mind runs empty
for the words that I
wish to whisper
into you unhearing ears

Yet, I do not need
words to give you
comfort in your nights
when your enemy is your mind

I only need to hold you
with the tremble of
my calloused fingertips
I was miserable when you left.
I cried for hours and days.
But now what I feel is undoubtedly the most contradictory emotion I've ever felt,
I don't think I'll ever forget you.
You were my enchanting fantasy which abruptly ended on a sad note.
You were my first mesmerizing emotion of utter utopian devotion.
You were the drop of Jupiter that dripped upon my hair and left me wild.
You were the fire of the purest passion that burned me alive.
You invoked the deepest desires from the darkest corners of my mind.
You loved me when I considered the meaning of love as a waste of time.
You left me as if I was a pariah on the pedestal of a sacred shrine.
You disappeared like Houdini as soon as the lamp lost its light.
You abandoned me and vanished like a phantom, right out of my sight.
You were the myriad of perfection that seemed so lovely to be deceptive.
But when you left, it felt like a shard of glass ripping through my heart.
It hurt, and I screamed the most melancholic sound.
My devotion turned toxic and it spilled like acid on the ground.
Smoldered the memories of the best times and charred the symphony that my soul sang out.
So what I'm trying to say is that I don't think I'll ever forget you. Neither will I ever forgive you.
I'll think about you for the rest of my life. Till the day, the sky falls down and engulfs us in its light.
Easily crushed.
Easily broken.
Shattered to pieces.
By the pain of rejection.
Bearing scar upon scar.
Yet still...
it goes on loving.
Still...
it reaches out.
To embrace the broken.
Even at the risk.
Of its own breaking.
Tenderly.
Tenderly it loves.
Easily wounded.
But vast.
In its capacity.
To love.
To break.
To love.
And break.
Again and again.
"Love never fails." (1 Cor. 13, Holy Bible)
I'm trying hard to keep faith to hang on to push through
But everyday I reach my limit a minute earlier than the one before
How can I hold on with no grip? How can I push through with no strength
Fortitude is disappearing and grievance leads way
What am I here for?
None can be revealed?
Not even the slightest of bits
So I can resist going out of my wits
I want to claw my skin away to shed it
Even if that leaves me permanently reddened
Anything to get away
If only for a moment
 Nov 2016 Marian Kutra
Broken
Yes, you were my beauty
And I was your beast
You taught me how to love
I taught you to be wild and free

But I was still only a beast
And that's all I would ever be
Unless the spell was broken
I needed you to say you loved me

As my time began to grow shorter
I could see that you were hurting
And I loved you with all my heart
So I had to set you free

But before the last pedal falls
Come back and say you love me
Before the last pedal falls
Be my beauty and I'll be your beast

— The End —