For years, I've tried to write
You out of my soul,
And though I no longer have the words
Flow up my throat the way they used to,
You are still here.
My fear of loving you remains.
The pain you ripped through, the
Essence of my being, you never seeing
That you were the moon to my tides,
You never tried and you never cared.
You dared send me your long lost late love
Like you are still above me, pressing down
On my heartstrings like an anvil like
Cold bleak winter on my asthmatic lungs.
How dare you ask for more of me to give you,
Ask for me to forgive you (like I ever
Blamed you which I did) but you
Put you back in my veins again,
Wanting to hear back that it would never be the
Same again which is more than I can take again,
My left brain is in pain,
My right brain can't think straight and I cannot
Refrain from the rhyme chain
Because this is what you
Do to me every time
You embed yourself
Into my heart
This way.
I have tried to forget you but my beating heart
Won't let your image fade from the inside
Of my eyelids, as dreams decay reality,
For me I know you remain eternal
But someday the pain
May leave me.
The rain of you in my sky can only
Pour for so long before I cry myself out.
And this is time that I need to reflect
Because this neglected form is no
Longer the shadow to your darkness.
Your empty carcass is
In my past and my future
Could be sparkling.
YOU ARE READING
A Broken Heart Still Beats
PoetryPoetry from a broken heart to prove that mending from pain is possible. As a person who experiences many complex mental health problems, some of the things I publish may be difficult to read for some and triggering for others; so as a disclaimer, k...
