Show Me How by TylaStone
Won't you show me how you do it?
You're always giving without ever taking,
I don't understand why, but
You're always letting yourself keep on breaking.
I thought you put up a wall,
Your heart and its defenses,
But the gates I thought I saw,
Were simply broken wooden fences.
So how do you do it,
Put their love before your own?
Show me how to be like you,
Broken but never alone.
How do I put their love before my own?
Lean in close and I shall tell you the tale;
I may have company, but my dear,
I've always been alone.
I took down my steel wall a long time ago,
In hopes to feel something, anything at all.
I replaced them with wooden defences,
To keep them far away enough from the real me.
And I lured them down into the deep with batting eyelashes and siren calls.
Don't you see? It's how I breathe.
I give till I can give no more,
Patching them up with the last of me,
For there is no way to fix my broken soul,
And this is my last gift to the sea.
A/n In bold is my response to TylaStone 's poem, Show Me How. Go check out her poetry book; Day and Night (poetry)!
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