Words of the Broken and the Lover

Poetry

Written on: April 24, 2018

To eat words is what I have done and to vomit it, is what I fear of.
There is that thought of you holding my hand while wearing gloves.
Is this what it takes to fall in love?
To develop fear and let it embrace us?

Does the eyes of the many matters?
Is it necessary in love that one's thought is not scattered?
To batter one's self in wholeness that is impossible to reach?
There is a dream inside me being offered to you.

But do I really have to use figure of speech
in order for you to see what I could do?
In front of you I could bare myself
          and could give my naked soul.

Before I met you there is already pain within me.
My blood vessels is the thorns and my heart is the rose
           yet it still hurts when you cannot see me even though I am in front of you.
Eyes can be truly deceiving.

If there is anything beyond my physical characteristics
           then you shall see poetry underneath me.
The most beautiful thing I can ever be
           but with time it had become obsolete.

I am no longer beautiful in the eyes of the many.
But I hope that you'd find fascination in me, at least,
          because to you, my heart beat.
To you, I write this...

          in hopes that fear won't be present when time comes that I have gained knowledge that you have read this