#guardedheart
Just when everything was pieced back together, it explodes.
Gears and pulleys no longer function as they should.
No respect, or decency for an abused harborer of blood.
Each time stripped and pulled apart.
Restructured with stitches of lies and broken promises.
Cracked open by the unworthy.
Tainted by ***** hands, and chipped blackened finger nails.
Cut and infected, poisoned and bruised.
Stupid thing.
Crying "love me, love me!" over again.
**** it learn!
No longer make yourself out of soft, breakable, easily torn.
Instead surround with metal and iron.
Impenetrable.
Make it so.
I blame you.
I will stitch your mouth shut with iron thread.
I will make it so that you beat only to live a little longer.
I will stop listening, I will no longer allow you to have a say.
You will become nothing to me.
I am sending you to the basement, I am taking all feelings away.
You will no longer roam free.
You will become my unspoken shame.
You will be the secret that I keep.
No one will come to know you.
No one will ever see you again.
You cease to exist this very day.
I will not feed you, I will allow you to die.
I will chain you up and watch you wither away.
You don't deserve to live for what you have done to me.
I trusted you to many times and now you must pay.
I lock you up.
I bury you deep.
The only link you have to me is the blood you pump through my veins.
I owe you nothing.
From this day forward you are dead to me.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel this tugging at my heart.
It's weird cause I haven't felt anything in a while.
I hate that tugging.
I know it's trying to revive itself,
but I don't want it to.
Whenever I come across a memory
It jumps,
as if its trying to say
"Remember? Remember?"
I lie and tell it
"No, now shut up."
It's just better if it remains silent.
Of course it doesn't get that
Nope there it is
Jumping.
Tugging.
Can't you see I am lifeless?
Of course not
the heart doesn't have eyes
Unfortunately.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
She left my love like a cigarette burn on velvet skin,
A slow, deliberate scar—a tattoo of betrayal.
Every promise twisted into barbed wire,
Every "forever" a lie dissolved in ***** breath that stung like acid rain.
She danced in the wreckage of my trust, a storm in satin shoes,
Laughing as she struck the match, her smile a sickle moon,
Fed my devotion to the fire, a pyre of petals,
And called it "freedom." —a dagger wrapped in silk.
Now I collect the bones of what she broke: fossils of feeling,
Handfuls of "sorrys" that turned to dust like moth-wing confetti,
Echoes of her name in empty rooms that hum with phantom warmth,
And a ribcage full of winter. Ice where a heart once beat.
Love? A fairy tale for fools who still believe in phoenixes.
I know the truth now:
Some fires only leave ruins —scorched earth where nothing grows.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC
_Tick Tick_; goes my heart in the line of a drumbeat
whereas I stray away from long hugs – __it’s an awkward heat__
A stray dog shows love to any hand that helps them eat,
so sure — call me a treat when you say so I’m sweet...
Just don’t toss me out on the street; or throw my heart over
the waters of selling me a dream – __just to make it skip a beat.__
_Hiss, hiss_; is how even the sweetest of kisses can go –
giving a lover a part of my soul – stepping out with my love;
__Being so much like their sole__. Meets and greets; those events
and your people – but if I see they’re not good for your soul,
Don’t expect me to tolerate them at all. Those are the snakes
waiting to bite you, and their venom will poison us both.
_Click, click_; are usually those friendships that won’t last –
blind mice, never calling you out; for the good times to last
Friendships made for the hype, the interest of camera smiles,
but never a picture of genuine trust. Your attention to their
problems is a must, but paying attention to your problems
is too expensive – and that just cheapens love, and I doubt
they would have a problem not showing any value for us -
And in their many smiles, is a smile of joy that we didn't last.
But then again, I’m not in love – but if I was,
I guess these sorts of guidelines should be a must for us.
To make a love that holds onto __loyalty, truth, and mutual trust.__
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC