"lacie" poems
I loved you all very much, you know.
It’s not that I didn’t.
I loved everything, but I think that was my problem.
I’m not sorry that I am here, for it is a release from love.
“To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed.”
I read that somewhere.
After that- and even before- I felt the burden of the damage I did to everyone I met,
And to myself.
One day, I felt it too much, and all my love soured to hatred.
Then I took the knife and turned my love inward,
And here I am in the dark,
Free and empty.
It is not so bad as you might suppose.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
As fallen stars awaken,
The night that’s truly scene,
I’ll show you what he’s made of,
He lurks beneath the trees,
In the darkness full of anger,
Swollen tears of hate,
He lurks beneath the shadows,
While he’s tempting someone’s fate,
Running faster,
Breathing harder,
Nothing could compare,
The way he stops and looks at me,
Struck in all his fear,
Mind erased,
Nothing traced,
Can’t remember when,
I lost myself,
Between the love,
Inside this crazy man.
-Lacie Marie
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC