#floodgates
I had stitched every hole
Every worn down place
Yes, I was perfectly flawed
But I was sewn tight together
The waves could come
Shake me if they could
But my stitching stayed strong
I thought it always would
There's something new
Hunting me down
Sharp sharp claws
My stitches fall to the ground
Like a torrent of rain
Just enough to crack open
The floodgates
I am lost in the river and I can't see the ground
Praying for a hand to reach out but I won't make a sound
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Floodgates
(Safety)
Holding back the feeling
A shift
in the wind
Turns to overflowing
The Pain,
Leaving me reeling...
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:42 PM UTC
Let the tear roll down your cheek once in a while,
cry out loud for everything you have been holding in since long time!
Weep, weep and weep
running out of breath
or just sit with flowing eyes.
Whatever suits you, calms you down
just know a thing,
crying isn't sign of being cow.
Cowards are those who are scared to cry,
scared to open floodgates once in a while...
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
We had it made, we had it all
Nothing could come in between us until the siren called
I heard her warning, saw the signs
But she poisoned you against me and filled your head with lies
While you stood by and ignored my pleas I continued to fight
But little by little she stole you from me just like a thief in the night
Her tempest of temptation broke through your floodgates
And drinking her seduction made you forget your mistakes
So I can understand
Why you’d want to hold her hand
But the crutch you think is temporary has her own demands
I saw her coming from miles off
It was as if in slow motion but it wasn’t slow enough
Like ships in the night we capsized
As she sabotaged the lighthouse and led us to our demise
Before long she stood upon our wreckage as we had lost the fight
She stole you away despite my objections just like a thief in the night
Her tempest of temptation broke through your floodgates
And drinking her seduction made you forget your mistakes
So I can understand
Why you’d want to hold her hand
But the crutch you think is temporary has her own demands
Temptation does not relent
To be satisfied with her loot does not make her content
She’ll take it all; your dying breath
And you will give it blindly not knowing she is death
Copyright ©2016-2017 KF
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
No matter how many
love poems I write,
Or times I try explaining
all of it to you
None of it would be as effective
as if I were to simply
place my heart on a platter
and that would be an act
whose gruesomeness
would be profane,
no statement is proper
no statement is effective
and you tell me that I don’t need
to try explaining it ,
but then sometimes lying next to you,
I am afraid that I am draining too much
and not opening my own floodgates
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
We sat down. I kept my lips from moving as I was watching yours. I wanted to hold you but you kept a two foot distance from my hip to yours. I clenched my jaw. I could not bare to witness what I was about to be run over with, but I could not stall. I knew the words before you said them, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my knee.
I stood up thinking about what I could say. I tried to reason with you. I tried to reason with me. I held the bridge of my nose with my jaw trying to weather away a few words. You tried to hold me close but my body couldn’t move from the poison you delivered with your touch. You said things. I couldn’t process them all. My ears would not listen.
I had to go. I opened the door. I wained left though I should have gone right. Actually, I wanted to run straight through the wall. I made fists with my hand I kept shaking my head. I’m not sure what I was trying to get rid of. I turned around to look at you. I wanted to hear more. I waited to hear you say something, but I dint hear a word.
I left. I knew you hadn’t felt a thing. Not a tingle. Didn’t fret. I came home and on my way to bed I saw my bottle only a twist of cap away. I thought about what you had said. In went the first. I thought about what I had said. Now in went the second. Then I thought about what I should have said and in went the last two in my bottle.
I walked back. You were very nice and I could tell you were pleased to see me. I could’ve cared less for your hospitality. I was at your door and you were right in front of me, and you were nothing. I was very blunt to tell you deserved nothing, and I saw your same poison run through every inch of your cold body.
You shut your door. I had a crooked smile in my face. I knew I had injected you with the same grief, but it was bitter sweet. One second second I was relived, the other said silently that it was a mistake. I laughed from the venom still in my veins, and I felt pity. You had darkened my heart, but I felt pity for me for having fallen so low.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC