Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2016
here’s how it works, my empty chest and empty heart start listening to the whispers of my mind, the darkness in there reaches them and garbs on tightly till the pain starts, i’m lying in bed and i feel like my ribcage is filled with colours i can’t explain, colours i don’t want, colours that aren’t mine and i want them to spill out of my chest but all that comes out is the blue hues in form of sadness & tears. the blue only finds its way out through my eyes, not letting me close them for a second of rest. i think you’re what made the blue in me, because my violet is no where to be found and i’m consumed by the feeling of you. how do i get you to leave me? please, i want some rest from the constant pain that my mind loves to cause me. baby, you’re the constant pain in my head, don’t you get that? leave me, leave my body, take your blue being and make something out of yourself somewhere other than my chest. i’m trying to write you out but i don’t think it’s working. you’re finding your way out of my eyes again & now all i think of when i look at them is the words you spoke to me about them. my eyes died the moment yours met mine, i haven’t been able to revive them since. blue baby tell me, how do i rest again? tell me, would you leave with me?
my soul is begging me for rest
maybe i need to grant it it’s wishes
the blue made its way through my bloodstream, where are the colours that once made me?
what am i consisting of now, other than you?
leave me.
let me leave myself if that’s what it takes.
a
Written by
a
218
   n and mickey finn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems