Everyone is falling in love around me and I am still sewing the wounds that reopen every time someone says your name.
Once you have dipped your hands in everlasting devotion how could you ever settle for the shrapnels of teenage lust?
For some girls like me, that is all they have ever known yet as I trace these blemishes within me, my heart is tired and my fingers itch for everything or nothing at all.
Somewhere a girl whispers I am tired of broken promises, of bleeding for those who don't appreciate the back sores that swell for how hard she loved them.
There are too many young boys afraid to love with their hearts outside their chests and too many young girls latching onto them just for the sake of it.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
