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You're asleep As I pace floors Circling Not needing the cliche to think Because I know what I should say to you You're asleep Because you need your rest And on a recovery bed from emotional scars left by yours truly, Maybe that's justified. I'm awake, Because this mind doesn't rest My skin doesn't scar And my recovery bed is the pacing, as I recover from emotional scars left by yours truly. Pacing I've been thinking About what you told me I've been thinking about how We have to talk about the thing That happened when we were new and didnt know consequence When recovery beds were not needed and even scorned And you have to realize I'm trying to comply with your tell-all policy And I hate to nag you And you know I'm not this person who drags back up A warning flare burning for yesterday So I'm sorry; you're welcome. I've been thinking about how my accidental mistake brought iron fist repercussions and threats And now when you have a cold-thought fault I have presented you not with rebuke but apologies and "Just make sure you're okay" It hurts not to hurt Skin that doesn't scar itches And I choke on blood from internal bleeding where I've managed to lay my scars every time I open my mouth to say "I'm okay with it" I'm not. Obviously.
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
You're Asleep
You're asleep As I pace floors Circling Not needing the cliche to think Because I know what I should say to you You're asleep Because you need your rest And on a recovery bed from emotional scars left by yours truly, Maybe that's justified. I'm awake, Because this mind doesn't rest My skin doesn't scar And my recovery bed is the pacing, as I recover from emotional scars left by yours truly. Pacing I've been thinking About what you told me I've been thinking about how We have to talk about the thing That happened when we were new and didnt know consequence When recovery beds were not needed and even scorned And you have to realize I'm trying to comply with your tell-all policy And I hate to nag you And you know I'm not this person who drags back up A warning flare burning for yesterday So I'm sorry; you're welcome. I've been thinking about how my accidental mistake brought iron fist repercussions and threats And now when you have a cold-thought fault I have presented you not with rebuke but apologies and "Just make sure you're okay" It hurts not to hurt Skin that doesn't scar itches And I choke on blood from internal bleeding where I've managed to lay my scars every time I open my mouth to say "I'm okay with it" I'm not. Obviously.
#sleep #okay #pacing
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Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
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