"exsistant" poems
You just scattered the pieces.
How can you break what's already broken?
The comforting clench of the hand around the knife.
Those eyes.
The chill.
But those eyes, they make me believe.
In love.
In you.
I believe.
Yet I cry.
The stick of the point indenting my skin reflects the light of the situation.
Your eyes.
"I would never hurt you."
I hate you.
My eyes.
Filled with the tears from my non exsistant heart.
The heart that is yours.
The heart that is yours.
"I would never hurt you"
"You're the one thing I care about"
My eyes glisten as they stare into yours.
"I hate you"
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
My body feels empty , I can't feel, after it all my heart surprises me, sometimes....it begins to pound it ...pounds but what is it I feel , I can never begin to believe love is truley real. I view love as a weakness for as long as I don't love my shield is up right? Regardless my shield will have its cracks for the ones that made it exsistant I thought I hade it right .... guess I missed it.... the thumping that sometimes beats in my chest creates hate I see the words flash ....mistake... waste.... run.. heartbreak....fake...your love trial is done..
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:06 AM UTC