I wish my arms were longer,
To wrap around you like a shield,
As your precious teardrops,
Stain the sleeve of my dress.
I hold you as close as I can,
Offering you the home of my heat and my heart,
But I know it's not enough.
Not enough to suffocate that,
Demon of pain poking his hideous head,
Into your meadowy, unbearably pure heart.
I know that you're waiting for me to speak,
But I don't know what to say.
I can't say, 'It's okay', because it's not true,
I can't sugarcoat the bitter pill and force you to swallow it,
Because the saccharine will eventually melt away,
And the pill will taste even harsher.
My words can't change anything,
Can't really bring you any solid relief,
Just a few seconds of blissful denial,
Are all that I can give you,
But.... What to say?
It kills me to see you cry like this,
I wish I could have taken the bullet for you,
But that's just not how life works,
I don't know what to say, my dear,
But all I can do is to hold you in one piece,
And promise you that
We'll brave this disaster together.
Thank you for reading.
YOU ARE READING
NEPENTHE
PuisiHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
