(this one was inspired by and written for a dear friend. its also from his perspective, just written in third person if that makes sense)
thorns of the heart:
his heart is wrapped in thorns,
each vine a twisted scar,
a boy broken by the world,
now carrying wounds that mar.
he longs to give his love away,
to place it in gentle hands,
but every time he tries to trust,
the thorns make their demands.
they pierce through skin like knives,
draw blood with every touch,
and the one he loves recoils,
because his love is too much.
he watches as they flinch in pain,
tears glistening in their eyes,
and he wonders how he can love them
when his heart only makes them cry.
hes wary of letting anyone close,
of letting them bear that weight,
for his heart is a fragile garden,
where the thorns guard the gate.
hes tried to pull them out before,
but they sink deeper still,
the pain of tearing them away
is a price he cannot will.
so he hides behind the thicket,
afraid to love too near,
because his heart, though full of longing,
brings nothing but fear.
hes scared to see them suffer,
to watch them bleed for him,
so he keeps his distance now,
letting the light grow dim.
he wants to give his heart away,
but doesnt know how to start,
when all his love ever offers
is the sting of a thorn-covered heart.
so he holds his love inside himself,
a burden he cannot share,
for hed rather die with the pain alone
than hurt someone who cares.
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poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
