Written on these pages,
The love and lust are exposed to the world.
This heart exposed.
The angel and devil,
Now shown.
I'm not ready for this...
I pour my heart out for you.
So that you'll pick me up.
But normally,
You don't see that.
Others see my bleeding heart,
And step on it,
Watching the thick substance,
Ooze out.
I've laid my heart,
In your strong,
Capable hands.
Watching you cradle it.
But I've also seen you drop it,
The instant you saw a more desirable one.
Feeling the fall,
I cried out,
Catching the gaze of strangers.
Dodging them,
I felt another piece shatter.
Holding myself up,
Upon this ledge,
I was about to jump.
Feeling the emptiness in my once full chest cavity,
I closed my eyes,
And stepped off.
But as I was falling,
You picked me up again.
Filling the vastness.
YOU ARE READING
Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
