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Apr 2012
You and I got unfinished business
And until we settle this
I reckon I cannot care less.

I will be carrying on with my chores
But every thought of you
Pulls my boat back to the shore.

A hushed rage takes over my body
Since my scenarios
Are only the fruit of my fantasies.

It is hard to read between silences
All the answers I get
Are explanations made up in my head.

I am pinning for a slap from reality
A pain so intolerable
ForΒ Β the numbness to empty out swiftly.

I would rather have my heart explode
My mind be in the clear
Than a riddle that I cannot decode.

You are aware that it will free me
Come set my iced heart on fire
That is the least you owe me.
Nicole Bataclan
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Nicole Bataclan  38/F/Berlin, Germany
(38/F/Berlin, Germany)   
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