How about never again?
Why dig my nails in the walls for pain?
Just to feel something again?
Cuz' I'm so numb through the lights to dark,
So sore and lit with prismatic shade like a flower when it blooms,
But painted in monochrome spectrum in your looks.
So charismatic and vibrant in daytime,
So... nonchalant and diverse at times,
Yet six feet under pillows and seven shots darted down the throat,
With sombre delight swirling within dark bruises of my heart,
Glistening stardust exploding my soul,
But when it's gone...
It ends with a silent whimper when it comes to love.
Just follow me down to your arms,
Reasoning for that is my heartbeat to your sight,
Only turn me to your chest and let me cry for I'll never be that happy again,
Turn me over and let me feel your heart beat for mine to break.
Can't you let me feel?
As I crawl at night, awake or in the dreams,
To get to you and feel your embrace,
Hug me tight and hold me close in your car,
Even if you smell like regret and traumatic fantasies,
Catch me as I fall again for that smile and your bitter-voiced lullabies.
How do you feel there?
As I never want to feel another touch or desire,
Other than your sight burning me alive,
How does it feel to be so wanted and admired?
You can ignore it, for my heart will endure one sided love once more,
Please yourself with them all while I need only you,
While my heart digs another mural whispered in wishes for love anew.
Even if I'll break when you leave away,
You should at least see them diamonds paving your way,
And even if my skin crawls with each shot of love in friendly fire,
Stop and make me dream with wild dignity and grace,
Like I once did before your cold fire lit me in the summer haze.
Even if like a ghost the memory of you haunts my nights,
And turns me down to ash to never again rise,
And even if you cut me open and I bleed,
I'll bleed the love for you,
So open me up and take my heart,
Let it drip in your eyes then smile,
I'll be happier like that, through the foreign nights that contour my nightmares to shine.
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Poetry"The chaos is scattered and split, but the order it has is not for us to see." Here is my 2nd poetry book, yet another journey delving into the depths of the mind to uncover one self. The chapters will diverse in theme, yet they will be having dark...
