Jul 2018
if i
embrace you
hard enough,
will it numb
the knives
you stabbed
on my back?
will the blood
quietly seep
—run down my legs,
and create
a puddle covering
our tired feet
from dragging each other
up until this point?
will my arms
slowly give
and let you go;
leaving marks of my grasp
on my skin like red vines all over it?
will my face,
my tears,
my lips,
leave an impression
on your chest
creating a braille
only your blind heart
could understand?
will my embrace
be enough
for you to stay?
embrace you
hard enough,
will it numb
the knives
you stabbed
on my back?
will the blood
quietly seep
—run down my legs,
and create
a puddle covering
our tired feet
from dragging each other
up until this point?
will my arms
slowly give
and let you go;
leaving marks of my grasp
on my skin like red vines all over it?
will my face,
my tears,
my lips,
leave an impression
on your chest
creating a braille
only your blind heart
could understand?
will my embrace
be enough
for you to stay?
guys, ive been feeling a lot lately and as a writer i have never felt so hurt reading my own piece unlike this one.
i read an article recently about how braille is applied in our daily lives for the convenience of our visually impaired folk so i added a little bit of it to this piece
i read an article recently about how braille is applied in our daily lives for the convenience of our visually impaired folk so i added a little bit of it to this piece
