Fall in me. I'll let you bleed.
We seemed to always try to run away from our ruins, and with every attempt we bled a little more, too prideful to shed light to a conscious that's been suffocated by the depth of our ruins, always find ourselves running back to the ruins that we fail to neglect, the only place that's ever felt like homeTell me when did we get here, so numb to our own pain
I thought I saw the smallest tear gather in your eye but in these ruins there is no light to save you in this darkness, no tears to release you from your suffering, no drug to take away the pain as each bittersweet memory consumes your mind or stop your heart from bleeding a little more, as we tell ourselves this is love
We were never taught how to love, we jumped into what later became bliss, we created the most beautiful disillusionment of love that love itself couldn't help but admire
But we began to shatter, and we panicked setting ablaze that illusion with hopes of starting a new one, but it was too late as the flames called out our names, we succumbed to our ruins and fell in the depths of our demise, yet our love survived the flames despite the many times it had been thrown into the flames of resentment, it kept us together even as the darkness threatened to tear us apart
We seemed to always find ourselves resurfacing old wounds and lying naked in shame surrounded by the ruins that broke us the most, but we can't let our wounds bleed now so you dismember the last of my heart and bury it in the ruins with your own
But where were you as I got weaker, as I broke down piece by piece in the dark of the night, alone with my wounds that'll never heal and our ruins that'll never die, where were you when the dark turned off the light within my eyes
You were cold last night, so cold, the ruins can feel us breaking, slipping away slowly as memories come back for one last dance and we fall back into the illusions that made us, and we die a little more, "I love you"
But there are no tears to be shed in these ruins to release me from my suffering so I fall victim to my conscious in the night and allow my wounds to bleed, as I drown in our ruins.
Fall in me. I'll let you bleed.
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Songs of Milan
PoesíaAn anthology of beautifully whimsical, grown up poetry by Milan. A. Get ready to bask in the sensual words of my poems.