Break me, I said, and everything I am.
For if I was whole without you,
I was nothing,
but an echo inside an empty shell.
But if I'm broken,
because you broke me,
then that makes me whole again.
In the fractured pieces, I find
the mosaic you made of my soul.
You tear me apart,
and yet somehow, I’m whole.
For I'll be damned, if I stay intact,
because I can't be whole with you near,
I crave the ruin, I asked for it,
So you give it to me, bit by bit.
Love isn't supposed to hurt, they say,
but what do they know of this fire?
I'd rather burn in your hands
than be untouched by the flame,
untouched by this painful desire.
You could break my heart into pieces,
and with my last shattered breath,
I'd whisper an apology
for making a mess of your hands.
YOU ARE READING
Chaos In My Mind
Poetry𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
