The scars on my arms and thighs,
They speak
They live and breathe like permanent henna
Rawly recalling sins of love and hurt
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, I say
As I drive the razor deeper into my skin
YOU ARE WORTH IT, I think
Before I lose consciousness and
Fall into a deep abyss of
Fantasies and dreams that
Spin like a merry-go-around in the blistering heat of summer at a carnival
I smile, raven locks whipping around in the eddies
And as I turn to look at him
I see that he is looking back with brown almond-like eyes
And a smile so sweet it feels like the blood in my veins have been replaced with honey instead
But with a grim realization,
I wake up ―
Sweating,
Breathing hard,
Clutching my chest with pain
Because I know that at the height of my happiness ― it's when I am at my weakest
Snowflakes tangle in my hair
Each one attempting to soothe my burning heart
But the fire that draws each breath
Kills another in me
And I have run out of heartbeats
dum-dum. dum-dum.
Just waiting
Waiting
Waiting
For my remedy
~ Still waiting... waiting...
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Kiss the Rain Bare
PoetryA compilation of poems contemplating the notion of existential crisis.