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I go to bed each night with your face for reference in my frame of mind to discern musings of how there is no shared connection left between the dreams I have of what could have been over what came to pass I mull over idealized trust while settling into a pillow, only to realize that it was never anything more than a beacon of lust Enough is enough, I've had it up to here with this ******* tragedy, three years and counting, filling the hollow spots with a jagged cup only to perpetuate the savagery of spilling my own blood When will ‘enough’ become a segue to pass through valiantly into new heights? Where credence will alleviate symptoms of infinitely reaching for a reason why I can't find an alternate reality outside of seeing your face when I go to bed each night And after all this torture, I think I might put others on a pedestal so high that enough could never be enough, and after drowning in my violent noise, it seems that in your silence is where I will have to find self-love
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Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC
In Your Silence
I go to bed each night with your face for reference in my frame of mind to discern musings of how there is no shared connection left between the dreams I have of what could have been over what came to pass I mull over idealized trust while settling into a pillow, only to realize that it was never anything more than a beacon of lust Enough is enough, I've had it up to here with this ******* tragedy, three years and counting, filling the hollow spots with a jagged cup only to perpetuate the savagery of spilling my own blood When will ‘enough’ become a segue to pass through valiantly into new heights? Where credence will alleviate symptoms of infinitely reaching for a reason why I can't find an alternate reality outside of seeing your face when I go to bed each night And after all this torture, I think I might put others on a pedestal so high that enough could never be enough, and after drowning in my violent noise, it seems that in your silence is where I will have to find self-love
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33/M/Washington
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC
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