#twopoems
i can't understand the tug at my lips when i see gore,
when pain happens,
when i think of a painful memory,
yet my heart still squeezes,
still wheezes,
still sputters,
still hurt,
but because i carry on while the storm that is against me,
and the only weapon i wield is my smile,
because they will never know how broken i am
[ kind of a part two ]
i laugh when my eyes rain,
when raindrops trickle down my cheek,
have you ever realized that sobbing and laughing sound so similar?
when someone laughs they can be crying in the inside,
when someone sobs they can be happy,
i think its a way of laughing off the pain,
just so you won't give in,
because then you lost,
and we don't want that.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
It was like falling
(I could never capture a picture of the clouds)
I was holding his hand and magic flew from his fingertips
(I would sit on the train and stare for hours)
The honey sweetness of his breath was like ******* to my soul
(For the longest time I wondered why the pictures looked so dull)
The skin at the nape of his neck made my heart ache
(I was so tender)
It was so tender
(The amount of snapshots thrown away, countless times I tried)
I was folded up in him, every vibration of his voice made me tremble
(So fleeting was the sky)
His features carved into my skull bone
(So elusive)
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:11 AM UTC