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Kristy Jun 2016
My heart is like a cage,
Trapping feelings that it can't let go.
My heart is like a drum,
Hammering away as our skins touch.
My heart is like a rose,
With thorns yet admiration for you.
My heart is like a tower,
Every brick was placed to protect myself from you.
My heart is like glass,
Breaking into pieces as I see you with her.
My heart is now crumbled.
Pencil scratching words out
Silence
The sound of paper and lead connecting
Rustling
Frustration, not meaning what you write
Eraser comes out
The crumbler of words
Rubs across the unwanted
And now unsaid
Words that don’t let you speak your mind
Wipe the crumbled words away
Let them fly off the table
Land on the ground
Begin an adventure
That only crumbled words can
Rolling out into
Toiaywahds
Shifting
Changing
Fitting
Into what it means
What do I say
The crumbled words representing
Things you would never dare admit
imssoiuy
liveoouy
Unscrambling
Rearranging
Letting themselves free
I miss you
I love you
Brushing those haunting
Impacting, changing words away
Keeping yourself
Alone
Safe
lonely
Inspired by a friend who once told me she called erased words crumbled words
Beau Scorgie Apr 2016
How do you shake that
which thrives on being crumbled?
It's simple - you don't.
Poetria Aug 2015
Oh how you crumbled my defences.

Oh how my walls fell in defeat.

*
The damage was displayed

in the rubble at my feet.
// They were bound to fall someday;
they've been standing way too long,
just rotting away. //
ICN Jul 2015
my reality has
crumbled
and*
now there is
nothing
and
i have
nothing
to
lose
Mike lowe Feb 2015
I wrote a poem for her today.... No no no, thats no good way to start it.
"You are my heart beat and i couldn't live without it." Nope thats no good either.

I just want to please her.. Even my best attempt to meet her wouldn't be enough to see her. I crumbled it up and threw it away, I erased it all, all the words I couldn't say.

Maybe writing a poem would be the way. A crumbled up piece of paper, and all that is left on it to say "I wrote you a poem today"

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