There's an echo in my chest
It rings so hollow,
It won't let me rest.
The stars behind my eyes
Crumble into black holes
Whispering of things I've done that I despise
Dragging me deep into the horror in my soul.
I just want to sleep.
To slip far, far away
Into a better dream,
One where this numb, aching hole
Can't cause me pain
And you're waiting there for me
To hold me tight and safe.
Apologies lie on my lips
I'm sorry for my mind
For these dark, desperate slips
That get called dramatic.
I don't mean to be,
I'll hide away when they come
So you don't have to see
These pointless shards of glass
Where I think my heart used to be.
I want to give you everything
To steal the light from the sun,
Turn winter into spring
If only to see your smile.
But I'm winter
Dark and cold much more than I am bright and warm,
A breath away from being splintered
Into so many shards of ice on the floor.
You deserve the world
And my palms are empty
Damn this echoing chord
Playing the haunting melody
Deep in my core
That always seems to end in tragedy.
I'm sorry.
I love you
You love me
And I hope with all my being
That together you and I can be spring.
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PoetryPoems of mine for you to read, many of them more on the dark side. "A beautiful forgotten view, Haunted dreams of what you never knew, Once soared with laughter through the sky, Now left broken wings that will never fly. Trapped inside this wicked c...