I told the Wind today
that I'm tired of feeling empty.
I told him
that I don't want to be sad anymore.
That he can blow away the question
I keep asking myself -
why am I like this? .
I told him
that he can touch my cheeks
and kiss away the tears.
I told him
that he can steal the unbeknownst pain
and throw it into the vast ocean
and let it drown forever.
I told him
to tell Life to stop breaking my heart.
I told him
to carry me away somewhere I could be happy.
And the Wind whispered that he will.
I just have to wait.
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Dark and Beautiful
PoetrySometimes my thoughts and hand bleed so much poetry I can barely stop them from leaking onto the paper. But sometimes, too, my heart bleeds too much blood that I couldn't write poetry anymore.
