I don’t need you to like my poems.
I need words to cut open your skin,
verse to rip through your caged heart
and, when all metaphors will disappear, ravens will wine and dine on your spine.
What makes the world go round.
I ******* love you.
And it hurts me, everytime that I feel like you're ignoring me.
It hurts me.
Knowing the fact, that you can't reciprocate my love for you.
I still want to,
For all the *****.
You've caused a lot of chaos in me.
Inside of me.
Because, once again, I became fragile.
And that **** happens,
Everytime I fall.
And when fragile thing falls,
They get broken.
So am I.
I have wasted an eternity
Figuring a way to change my heart
Now I see that all I needed
Was you to keep me from ripping apart
If I counted the healing ways
You hold me together better than glue
I think you would be surprised to find
It is a lot more than just a few
Day after day you patch the holes
Sew the tears in my heart and my mind
With your love I stay alive and well
You are just the healthy choice I've been hoping to find
This is one from 2012, i added the third stanza today though, it just didnt seem like a good spot to end it.
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