#bruisedandbattered
You fed my dreams, like a needle feeds my pain, through my broken veins:
A silver bullet to my heart, your lies ripping me apart.
When I turned, looking for your burned,
bruised, broken words, in a noisy world,
I found silent screams...
same as when I'm waking from bad dreams...
Except when I called for you, you ran.
And when I waited,
my patience lashed, ripping the seems of my skin;
until my love bled out, like it had never been.
You just keep walking. I'll stay. Plant my skin. Water it with this blood. I'll grow. And, I'll love.
Maybe someday you'll see me. And, maybe someday I won't feel, you.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:13 PM UTC