[15 March, 2020]
3:36 Pm.
P.S I read a book, thought a little
and this came in my head.
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Pure regret,
causes this thought of mine,
to rise,
overshadowing any other thought,
dominative, it is.
The thought,
Of what happened,
Before.
How is it,
when one is held,
so dearly loved.
Yet still scared,
Of not being loved enough?
How can,
A single person,
Causes one,
To think,
Or to feel,
Too much?
And so this thought of mine,
Awakes memories.
Memories that steal away my breath,
causing an ache to awake,
and spread.
Now a victim,
of a million lies,
Once,
I was loved,
Once,
I was yours,
Held tight.
How can it be?
When held forever,
Now I only hold,
Memories.
Hands reaching out,
Grasping thin air.
The heavy reality sinking in,
You don't care.
Yet still,
Then.
Why do I?
Why am I running around,
Picking up pieces of what once was,
And now isn't?
Why do I cry,
Yet then lie,
That I'm okay?
Why am I not?
How can I not be happy?
Where is the smiling girl gone?
What have you done to me?
I stare and I stare,
At the reflection of mine.
Yet no longer,
I sense myself.
No longer,
I see,
Who I used to be.
Am I damaged?
Is it the reason,
Why did you leave?
And why not tell me then?
Why not push,
Till I break?
One push isn't enough.
I'm bent.
You need to try harder.
You need to push harder.
Don't stare at me with that pity,
In your eyes.
When you are the reasons,
Why I feel like breaking,
And yet still,
I don't break.
Is this a drug,
That you mixed with my drink?
Something to torture me with,
Slowly?
Why then?
If this is what you knew,
You would do.
Why ever love me?
Or was it even love?
Or another drug,
Forced inside me,
Or,
Yourself?
Why?
Why do this?
Why do this to me?
YOU ARE READING
Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poetry*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
