Sometimes, there's a hole in my heart.
Reoccuring, saying, "We'll never be apart."
Sometimes, there's a noose in my mind.
Strangling my thoughts until I become blind.
When I want a moment of solitude,
just a bit of simple healing,
the anguish is overwhelming,
such a sinking feeling.
Sometimes, I can feel the trouble in your eyes.
I always sit here, waiting for you to tell me when it dies.
Sometimes, I can't stand to hold your black heart.
Burnt to a crisp and I can still feel the warmth.
When I want to put it down,
to rest my hands from its biting,
you make it heavier, the biting turns to stinging.
I can feel my hands incinerating.
Sometimes, I can see the hole in your heart.
It's killing you so slowly to stay in the dark.
Sometimes, I can see the noose in your mind.
The bruises show too much to leave behind.
When I try to soothe your pain,
I hate to see you suffer,
you push me away,
"There's no point." You say.
Sometimes, it hurts that you won't let me loosen the noose in your mind.
Sometimes, it hurts that I can't fill the hole in your heart,
even though you don't fill mine.
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Sleep My Love: Poetry
ПоэзияA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
