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AJBusse Dec 2020
My bleeding Heart

Oh darling, I made a mistake
I smudged my heart on the thorns of love
I smudged my heart against your great stone walls
I smudged my heart on the trees that welcome me into life
As humans we are bound to mess up,
But please O please my sweet darling,
Help me survive the great seas of blood
Help me breath in the darkness of the mind
And if ever you smudge your heart alongside mine,
I’ll lend you a hand for a little while,
If ever you smudge your heart alongside mine,
I’ll be there in the flicker of my light and a sigh of our God
Whoever that may be
I may let you down,
One day soon,
But I love you so
And a crown of daisies is not enough
So when the day comes,
When you need me,
Or I need you
I’ll hold your head above the water as you hold my feet above the grass
A.J.Busse
Quick note! I promise not all my poems include the word "Darling," A couple of these poems were written in the same day, and I guess I was enjoying the word darling! You know how it is.
Kym Relo Jun 2020
I understand
I understand
I understand
Yep, I get it.
Don't worry

Wait, wait,
Why don’t you understand?
Wait, wait,
You’re leaving?
It was a misunderstanding…
Wait, wait,
No…

Why is it always me understanding?
Tamara Fraser Aug 2016
I’m frightened.

I try to follow the rules, but danger is contagious.


When you breathe, something breathes back.

When you start to truly feel the sun, the rain clouds settle in.

When I take a chance and smile at you, you don’t even see me.

When I try and tell you to protect yourself from me,

you unburden your chest before me.


When you try to take my clothes off, I don’t let you.

When I try to hold back from needing your skin on mine,

I give myself over to you and succumb to what I can do.

What we are always free to do and make and see and need and feel and

lust for.


When I tell you all my truths, you reply with homespun lies and

glistening dreams

far too slippery to hold on to.

When I donate half of my order to you, you run from the attention;

hiding out in the deepest shadows and insecurities that are threads in

relationships.

When you push me out and let me in, I only try to destroy your walls and

invade your lands.

When you make me feel like a woman in your eyes, I fear you in the dark;

where your hands are going, what you want today and what you’ll need

tomorrow.


When you lean in to kiss me, I can already feel the metallic tang of

blood on your lips.

When I get to pull you closer, it’s a second of spark and minutes of

emptiness.

When I desperately want to savour what you say, I can’t begin to make

the words stay still.

When I dream of you, I can never remember what it was about.


When you prepare yourself to invite another into your sacred spaces;

witness the shadows, the creatures of your thoughts, the past and the

present you,

you must also prepare to bleed.

Prepare to kiss back and notice the cracks in your lips.

Prepare to touch and notice the bruises beginning to burst beneath your

skin.

Prepare to love and notice the heart the begins to hurt and skip its beats.


I go to bed and wonder why I was never

obviously

good enough for you.


When she says no to you, think of me.

Because there are always two sides to every argument, every process,

every feeling.

And you are entitled to bear them too.

— The End —