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Mar 2014
A blade just to see if I can bleed out my love for you and though it's never worked before, it's a lesson I keep on faking.
A promise I keep on breaking.
A mistake I keep on making.
Listen closely you can hear my heart breaking too.
My soul screaming.
My life.
Begging.
One minute you're right here next to me and the next we're miles apart.
Not even faith brings you back to me anymore.
If I could leave my baggage in the lost luggage department of a far away place I'd have shipped it there already.
But I can't.
And I can't warp time.
I'm not a scientist.
I'm just a messed up concoction of scarred flesh and weary bones.
Hold me.
Before you leave me, hold me.
**** me so I'll never feel again the pain of not having you here.
If this is where you end our chapter, this is where you end my life.
I've been here before I know I can do it again.
I just don't want to.
I try to carry us forwards but you can't stop looking back.
That's not where we're going.
That's not where we're at.
And you can walk away but we'll only end up lost.
And in the process of losing ourselves we'll always find each other.
And maybe you'll replace me with some other lover.
But the way we feel about each other will always be more than we can feel for another.
And I'll never recover.
Just like I never did.
I'll never get over you and I won't ever quit.
I can't quit you, I never could.
And if I could fix all your pain, put your heart back together, I would.
But I'm trying.
God knows I'm trying.
I'm trying to live but it feels like life is just for dying.
Let me die with you.
Please.
If you walk away from me.
Please
Take my life with you.
Please.
If you can breathe without me, please.
Breathe.
Rachel Brisco
Written by
Rachel Brisco  UK
(UK)   
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