Just off the busy streets of abandonment,
and washed up on this deserted island of unfamiliarity --
just to end up begging for water in this personal death valley
I hope you see the effort more than the madness
Adjusting to that sense of safety that you provide
I haven't been loved or cared about in a very long time
In the hail storm, in a deep drought,
it is always nothing or everything --
On the thin line between egotistical and self mutilating
When you hand me a rose, I only see the thorns
When you reach out your hand, I flinch
I'm having to learn how to accept where I am instead of where I've been
But I love you -- so please be patient with me
I'm picking up my loose pieces and piercing shards
and not putting them up towards my throat has been unbelievably hard
YOU ARE READING
Vital
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry's reading list Stygian Skies and @CoffeeCommunity's Cappuccino reading list. A poetry book that trembles with fear, explodes with rage, and loves with everything it has. It tries to make sense of the past and explores trau...
