she ran a hand over her heart. the tip of her finger got caught in a small stitch tightly sewn to keep her heart together. but in that fateful moment, the stitch quickly unraveled, loosening her still-beating heart until the pieces could do nothing but stumble around each other, crumble into soft, maroon dust, and settle into her weary bones.
Ever since you left I don’t know what to do but I’m surprised I haven’t ran I don’t know what comes next I can still feel your hands Must be muscle memory Perhaps a new feeling for nerve endings I’m lost, you caught me in a trance I can’t deal with it, true I want to hold you I need your touch, how lovely that would be I want to hold your hands and hear you love me You make my heartbeat dance and skip a beat I could talk to you for hours Remember the night you got me flowers It was as sweet as the blush wine I poured for us both I’m missing you the most And without your hands in mine It’s phantom pain and I don’t mean to whine
Are you still there? Always said I wouldn’t beg for you to talk to me But here we are, do you even care? Put yourself in my shoes and try to see Where I’m coming from Love is in the air and I want some
Your hands, I want to hold All this waiting is getting old I know I’m broken It’s been a while since we’ve spoken Did I mention that I need to hold your hand? ****, you’ve got me stuck in a trance I love you, do you love me? I guess we will wait more and see Hours pass by, I remember your beautiful eyes I beg you please be done with all your lies So, I can truly love you like nobody else Don’t get the idea that I won’t love myself No lies You would be one of my hardest goodbyes I’m tired and don’t want to wast any time I love you Promise you, my words are true.
Her feet as light as a feather At her own pace, moving at her leisure Her toes making ripples in the water Gliding over the substance as slow as a saunter She stares at her reflection as it ripples away She plunges her hand in and the water will obey Water trickles through the cracks her cupped hand Everything about it she can understand Her only friend, companion, that listens to her every demand Smiling to herself, she feels grand ~17/3/21
Sometimes I like to imagine I have superpowers, but it's all just a fantasy.
I want to take your hand walk together on the oceans shore till dusk hike along the mountainside to see the sunrise I don't want to be alone So I'll take you with me where I go
I want to take your hand But it's not there for me All I have is the memory I don't want to be alone So i'll take it with me where I go
I want to turn back time I'll make things right till there's no sorrow left I'll keep you captive in my dreams When I slip away inside my head I don't like to be alone So i'll keep you right here by my side
I want to take your hand But it's not there for me All I have is make believe I don't want to be alone So I'll stay like this inside my mind
I'm like a hostage in my skin All the feelings If I keep them deep within If I stay quiet like a doll Will you take my hand Will you stay like this by my side?
I don't want to be alone So I'll treat my heart just like a stone All I have are memories of false realities I don't want to be alone So I'll treat myself just like a stone
Not inspired by Audioslave, but it's actually not a love poem either. This poem is about Maladaptive Daydreaming disorder and is about how you feel caged within, i want to do another poem that goes deeper into that.
I gotta forgive they say. I better let go they say. I gotta give you another effing chance they say. Say I need to try to re-unremind myself that you re-snatched my heart out And watched it dangle. I Re-say you re-re-snatched my heart out. And watched it dangle. I screamed "stop it!" You watched it dangle. I hollered for help. You watched it dangle. I mentioned my God-given rights. You watched it dangle. Next you manipulated & twisted the textual truth into a noose and... you... You watched it dangle. Now you want another millionth chance: A public truce You & your sorry excuse For no apology You! Center stage, Aaaged in your stance You extend your hand
I watch it dangle
sometimes moving on is the best "revenge". It applies to any relationship: work, society, romantic, platonic, family