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tears drown & swallow my sacrifice whole while twisting & tearing my bleeding heart. ever so gently scratching; eating away the seeds that have been planted while we were apart difficult to distinguish bad from good i blow you my trust in a kiss soft as satin; shivering in fear someone else could hold you dear that you'll slip away or worse yet you'll leave my mind or wander astray from these weary eyes begging for someone anyone else as anger rages like a tornado inside and i swear on my life that this will be the last time the aching buried in my dreams want this to be the last time the numbness in my soul i crave for knows it wont be the last time. wishing things were different so i didnt have to argue or stumble into knives that drive down our spines swearing up and down we wished we hadnt met or danced thinking it will solve pools of regret. grazing cold fingers down the sides of my cheeks again i feel something break plummeting into a billion peices on your ***** bed along with the rest of your life you dont care about. arrogance seems to be your best feature admitting there is no point explaining what you already know and choose to ignore. you sit back content wanting nothing more staring with a blank expression as my bleeding heart falls to the floor.
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
my bleeding heart
tears drown & swallow my sacrifice whole while twisting & tearing my bleeding heart. ever so gently scratching; eating away the seeds that have been planted while we were apart difficult to distinguish bad from good i blow you my trust in a kiss soft as satin; shivering in fear someone else could hold you dear that you'll slip away or worse yet you'll leave my mind or wander astray from these weary eyes begging for someone anyone else as anger rages like a tornado inside and i swear on my life that this will be the last time the aching buried in my dreams want this to be the last time the numbness in my soul i crave for knows it wont be the last time. wishing things were different so i didnt have to argue or stumble into knives that drive down our spines swearing up and down we wished we hadnt met or danced thinking it will solve pools of regret. grazing cold fingers down the sides of my cheeks again i feel something break plummeting into a billion peices on your ***** bed along with the rest of your life you dont care about. arrogance seems to be your best feature admitting there is no point explaining what you already know and choose to ignore. you sit back content wanting nothing more staring with a blank expression as my bleeding heart falls to the floor.
ariellehannah
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Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
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