You throw people away. That's what you do. You take their souls in your hands and you absorb all of the light inside of them, wether there be a sun or just the remnants of shadows. As soon as there's nothing left useful to you, you will throw away the scraps that are left of the wonders they used to be. You do it so delicately, though. You make them believe you love them, even if only for a moment. You will use their own naivety against them to harbor more souls to fill the emptiness taking up the space where your heart should be. Your hands wrap around their hearts so softly, so delicately. They embrace your touch and open up their rib cage to give you better access. They allow your grip to become tighter, it gives them a sense of security, you made them feel safe. Your grip suddenly becomes painful, yet they still don't turn away in fear of disappointing you. And by the time you rip their hearts from their chests inbetween beats they have dedicated to you, you have already consumed their thoughts entirely. And that's when you disappear. You take their hearts, their light, their souls and you run. You never allow yourself to become too invested in one game of 'catch the heart'. And then all they are left with are the remnants of where their hearts used to be and the touch you left behind. The constant reminders of you leaving them without a trace, without hesitation. And the thoughts, oh the thoughts. They're the worst. They will always be thinking of you. For years and years to come. You have personally scarred not only their hearts, but also the way they think. In the first few weeks, or months, depending on how deeply you scarred them, they will think of you constantly. They will think of how you wronged them and how they let you. From then they will only think of you from time to time. But you will always cross their minds. And that's the worst kind of heartbreak. The intentional roots you grew through them, roots that they will never be able to cut away, no matter how hard they try. They will know you threw them away, like nothing. They will constantly think of lists of reasons as to why they weren't good enough to make you stay. They will constantly wonder why they will always drop everything for you, and will go above and beyond to ensure your happiness. You scar people. That's what you do. But it's okay. Because they will love you anyway. I will love you anyway.
3/13/16
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Your Pages
PoetryI have to get the words out of my head sometimes. This is a completed work of 9 years worth of writing about the boy I was in love with. 9 years of expressing my emotions in written form. 9 years of him reading every word and treating me like shit a...
