Maybe if I said something back then, we wouldn't be here now.
Maybe if we didn't live in a world,
Where the louder the scream the more right you are
Where hurting people with words,
Hurts and lasts longer.
Then getting shot by the ones you love.
Maybe growing up in different homes,
Feeling different pains wouldn't have brought us closer.
Where it's killed or be killed.
In a fight of the fittest, that I wouldn't have thought about being right.
Where a families screaming can result in the darkest of blood
The chains of life only becoming more and more corrupt
Can people who are broken still love when their hearts shut others out in fear of pain
Maybe just maybe words can be words again,
Instead of just ammunition for war.
Can we be kids anymore with the threat over our head?
Maybe we can still talk without hatred in our voice.
As darkness rains down upon the happy,
Those lucky being shielded by friends who are already lost the fight.
Maybe those who scream,
Cry and clutch themselves tight in the darkness of their room
Wishing one day that the darkness
May grant them a piece of light.
Though touching a light of such
May corrupt it just as much
Push away any light
Push me away into the darkness
Only the shallow soul knows how much pain can be brought from love.
Their lips and eyes how they shine so bright.
Shining down compared to someone like a black hole
Love is something that can be forgotten
Can be one's own damnation
Reach out and touch the light then everything is red
Red with war stains soon to come
Where the life of I and you cross and you see the darkness on my battlefield
My eyes cold, unfeeling as tears roll down them.
A beat from an unknown organ that hammers against my chest.
Your eyes across the battlefield
Tears stained as I watch you harden against my every attack
Soon I am the general of an army I never wanted
The tall darkness listens to my orders and I won our war against one another.
I take my gun from its hoster as the darkness around me screams
Aiming at your face as you beg me to stop the war once again to see the light
Pausing I watch tears stream down your face, as you watch me aim lower
The last of your light is in the bullets grasp.
It's hammering against my ribs harder now as it screams out your name
Oh how if I said something back then, we wouldn't be here
On the grounds of war and love.
Love gave up on itself and the heart beats to a stop
Cocking the gun's hammer back, a deep breath follows my lip
Love can be one's own damnation I tell myself a gasp in a feeling of pain
Raising the gun a final time
Pulling the trigger against my own heart,
As darkness splatters the field once again with the stain of red
Hurting you was never my intention.
As I fall to the ground I smile.
Cause
Maybe in a world where screaming wasn't how you got your voice heard.
And words were just words
The darkness wouldn't have won
And maybe
Just maybe
If I had said something before, I wouldn't be here right now.
Without a heart.
Or a light.
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Life as a Poet
PoesieA bunch of poems and short stories from the perspective of being a poet. They range from being break up related to falling in love.
