I promised I wouldn't write about you but the promises you broke have pieced me deep and sadly I can only bleed poetry,
And since there is still more of you running through my bleeding veins than blood I'm sorry but for now I can only write about you,
I have tried believe me I have
But you played jump rope with my heart,
Took my heart strings and forced me to play hangman,
And I am tired of being the hanging man that's still hang up on a girl he once hang upon a pestal only to have her push him off the edge,
I wonder if you really know what it feels like to dance upon the edge of heart break,
Praying not to fall back into the very arms that broke you,
Arms that now scream only danger yet my foolish heart can still only recognize as the arms I'd run to in order to escape the dangers of life,
To escape the labyrinth of my chaotic mind,
You have turned the most beautiful moments of my life into a prison
I can not escape you,
Because everything around me reminds me of you,
You made me see the world through your eyes when the only world i could see through mine was you,
You tattooed yourself into my life
And on most days it feels as though the ink of your tattoo makes up most of my body mass,
I can not bleed you out of me,
I'm left with only one avenue now,
I must try to write you out,
One poem at a time.
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Love: A Journey
PoesiaThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
