"Trust me."
Darling, I'm trying.
I'm fighting my mind,
With the thoughts that you don't care.
That you're only with me out of pity,
Or to write my name on a list of broken hearts
Carried around in your pocket.
I'm arguing with myself,
They won't hurt me, I say.
Yes, but they might.
And if they do, it's my fault.
I opened up.
I trust you with my life,
But not with my past.
You hold my future in the palm of your hand,
But if I tell you my past,
Will it slip through your fingers like sand?
Will you realise you can't deal with my issues,
Or will you place the sand in a jar,
And hold it wherever you go?
I trust you with my future.
My past means nothing.
It really is irrelevant,
Because I love you so much I keep forgetting
How much I hate myself.
And that in itself, is a miracle.
"Riley"
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoesiaThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
