*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...
P.S This poetry has meaning behind words and can only be heard if you listen hard. The word embrace seems very enchanting to me. Within this poetry, I offer a piece of myself.
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Embraced me, wrapped pain around me like a red bow, A sight for eyes to feast upon, an unwritten poetry for poets to write, A person craving for something, neglected.
Painted memories on my skin, so I couldn't possibly ever forget. Tears stolen, eyes left achingly dry. Promise broken, Heart crushed.
What have I become?
Pushing harder and harder each time. Pain so often felt that it hardly hurts now. Falling into darkness, losing all that is, Because of you.
So often I say, hating these words that fall from my lips. I don't want to paint you in black only, I miss colours. But I want to stop. I need to stop. And I don't.
Sighed a million times. Caught myself staring at the mirror, Wondering why I can't see who I used to be. Feeling torn, And yet somehow, okay.
How did I become such a mess?
So confused at times, so tired, craving to fly away. Wishing to whisper all my secrets. To blink away tears. To not fall.
And yet, here I am. Running back into arms that aren't mine to be held with. To a presence I can't feel. To words that leave me in a trance.
What is wrong with me?
Uttering words that I wish later to take back. Trying to talk when I'm at lost for words. Pulling back, only to find myself stuck.
Tracing memories, still. I must be mad. I hold my heart, but I have lost my mind. Is my soul even still alive?
What have I left inside me?
Too much given away. Too less left, which I can't even feel. Drunk with desire, burning with passion. Shuddering while trying to untangle thoughts. Heaving sighs that no one can hear.
My whole body moans. My cells sigh. My mind is blank. I ache with desire, For more that I can have.
What do I want?
I can't know. Or maybe, I'm too used to making excuses. Ignoring what should be done, While I do what I shouldn't.
Sins committed. Hell, my heart seems coated with those. I close my eyes and something flashes through. I see teasing eyes, and smirking lips. I hear whispered words, dark secrets.
Or are these mine? That I'm tired of hiding. Have my arms reached out, without realising?
For I am there, in arms again. Being called who I am, being given. While I change inside, and those changes, I still try to hide.
How can I want? And still back away? How can I be anyone's? When I don't feel myself?
