Tears slide down my cheeks,
Onto my clothes,
Onto the ground,
Do not make a single sound
Despite
The raging battle
Inside.
Swear a thousand vows,
That won’t be kept,
That I’ll forget,
When another opportunity comes around.
Lock my heart away in a box,
Where it will be safe
From hurt
And harm
Keep the key by my side
No one will reside
In my heart
If I can help it.
But now there’s not much to be locked away;
It’s mangled, ripped apart,
As of today.
Bleeding from within
Has always been
The worst injury.
Cradle my heart
in my hands.
Inspect the damage, inspect the brands,
Others have placed upon my heart.
Now it’s just mine
And no one else’s.
Safe, for now at least.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
