Nov 2014
Two broken hearts
When they come together
They bleed out
From their fresh scabs
And they turn black
As the warmth from them
Trickles down
Dripping scarlet
Into our thoughts
And into our sanity
And we look down
At our intertwined fingers
As we scratch the backs of
Each other's heavily scarred hands
A murmur, our words
So porous and empty
They're carried away by the wind
"I love you"
When they come together
They bleed out
From their fresh scabs
And they turn black
As the warmth from them
Trickles down
Dripping scarlet
Into our thoughts
And into our sanity
And we look down
At our intertwined fingers
As we scratch the backs of
Each other's heavily scarred hands
A murmur, our words
So porous and empty
They're carried away by the wind
"I love you"
"What if... two wrongs just made one huge wrong?" The basis of this poem.
I didn't write this about any of my personal experiences. If it makes you feel better or if you enjoyed reading it, that's all that matters.
I didn't even edit this poem or anything like that... This poem is really raw, to put it, and I'll keep it that way.
I didn't write this about any of my personal experiences. If it makes you feel better or if you enjoyed reading it, that's all that matters.
I didn't even edit this poem or anything like that... This poem is really raw, to put it, and I'll keep it that way.
