A/N: I decided to post some of my poetry ive been writing for a really long time & I feel like its time to share it. So I'm going through my notes and posting everything ive felt in the past few months start to finish. Just how my thoughts around 1 in the morning are and I feel like if youre reading this late at night youre probably not too happy either. *I HAVE WROTE ALL MY POETRY AND YOU DO NOT HAVE ANY RIGHT TO TAKE IT IF YOU ARE NOT CREDITING MY NAME WITH IT* Thank you for reading.
April. 26 . 2014
Not too long ago,
My heart was smashed carelessly,
to
the cold ground.
It shattered. And
I was left stranded,
picking up the peices alone.
Wondering what I did,
for him to hurt me this much,
I tried to mend it together with
Bleeding hands.
But I was not enough,
the stitches werent enough to make sure they never fell apart.
They became opne wounds,
which became infected with monsters,
whispering dangerous things into my ear.
They made a home in my mind,
turned my soul black.
And his voice rumbled in the sounds of my own noisy head.
As I felt the pain of hateful thoughts,
screaming for no one to hear.
But you came along and noticed
The pain I was desperate to keep secret.
But you, you saw right through me.
And I was horrified to show you,
what was really behind my unmended soul.
But dear, I am so glad I did.
You have became my therapy.
Charged my heart full of
hopeful promises and beautiful words.
I hope they never become lies.
My noisy mind,
shuts up when youre around.
I believe its because your beauty,
sends them speachless.
So I try to think of you whenever
my mind has become so alive,
I cannot breathe.
I think of you anyways.
-No therapist can help me the way you do.
Fascinations.
