Heart: I told you this would happen.
Now you're in dismay.
You can not see after.
There's nothing left in your bay.
I told you giving more,
Then reciprocated,
Would lead our heart to war.
With grenades leaving massive craters,
Blown to bits in our caved heart.
I told you.
And I told you again.
That he would not give you after.
Or the happiness that you crave.
Your heart will not grow,
Nor light shine through.
I told you preservation,
Was the only way to go.
You claimed regeneration,
Was the one thing that would show,
That would lead the way to being whole.
Not realizing we had too many holes.
Holes that I was managing.
Before you lost control.
Now you see,
I told you.
To take care,
Protect me.
And you didn't.
Left us less than whole,
Left us with more than we could hold.
Now you're here telling me,
You have everything under control?
Tell me?
What's the plan?
How many more holes,
Do you think our heart can take?
Before it collapses in on itself.
No redemption.
For your sake,
I'd give up.
No regeneration.
Self: All you can say is, "I told you so."
You give me no praise.
I'm holding us up.
Pray you see that,
Being alone will bring nothing but pain.
I hope you realize,
That I am filled with light.
Preservation isn't my game.
I claimed regeneration.
Reformation.
He left.
But I am still light.
He was not my light.
I create my own healing light.
I trust in faith.
Heart: Pity child.
When will you realize that faith,
Is your enemy?
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
