I once broke an arm
It wasn't bad it was childlike stupidity
I did not mean any harm
I cried while they wrapped it up into a bundle of regret
My friend asked if it hurt
I shook my head
I cried because no one had the heart to ask me that one question
Why were you on that roof in the first place?
There's this childlike stupidity in me
That thought I could turn one ache into another
A silly fantasy really
You are left with two parts
Both in terrible pain
But wouldn't it be nice
If you could choose your head over heart
I wish to be blessed by headache instead of heartache
I wished to be hurt in my hand
Rather than in my mind
And than you realise
You turn to your reflection and ask the question
I am hurting you, aren't I?
The hesitation in your reflection shows fear
Have we beaten them enough
They are terrified of us
Pain
A measure that does not exist
I do not feel the pain I should feel
I do feel the one that does not exist
I should not feel
I can't feel
please feel?
What is feeling?
YOU ARE READING
I shattered my own soul
Poesíaa bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
