"I don't deserve you at all," she said.
"How could I have met someone as kind as you?"
She saw herself as an old, tattered rag.
"Surviving aimlessly, that's all I know.
My knees are weak, my skin is scarred-"
But you deserve the universe and more.
I breathe it all in to share it with you.
This love makes up a part of my soul.
Reciprocate even just a fraction
And I'll sell it to make your dreams come true.
"-numb and traumatized. I deserve to rot alone."
All the parts of you that are torn and stretched
are stories woven intricately with another
to make something unforgettably beautiful.
"Rot alone after I die then. I want you here."
I am here for you always, through thick and thin.
I was sincere, but of all the things I could have said
to keep your precious life by my side...
"My broken mind, my shattered heart,
my scarred body, my tattered life...
I give you everything that I am.
All of it is yours to do with whatever you want to."
I want to be all of those things with you.
Desperation bites my careless tongue.
It bleeds, drowning in toxinicide.
My dearly beloved, please forgive my imperfections.
Victorious failing, healing and growing still,
You are a sunburst of colours that lights up my world.
I make a wish on your falling star,
praying you'll learn to love yourself unconditionally too.
YOU ARE READING
Scratches On My Gravestone
PoetryA collection of poems written by little ol' me, created to be discovered, but not remembered.
