You're making me think
And you're making me feel.
I am on the brink
but this wound I don't want to heal.
You make me see
how wrong my ways are,
and the way I've always wanted life to be,
giving me the desire to love my every scar.
Your words are terrifying!
Everything you say takes my breath away
and for a few seconds it would feel like I'm dying
but when I catch my breath,
your words - over and over they play.
Are you some kind of drug, maybe meth?
Because I am addicted...
to you, to your every word
I have been convicted
you caught on to my lie,
you paid attention but not because you were bored
no matter what my reply
you already knew
that I was broken
by the words I have spoken.
You try and try
but you never pry
because... for some reason
I share every bad season
I share my deepest secrets
and I have no regrets
because you never judge
and I'm starting to budge
but I'm scared and scarred
but you don't believe that I am marred.
You call me kind
but to my faults you are blind.
You call me gentle
but I'm starting to think you are mental.
You say I have the best heart
I bet you're into very dark art.
Yet I can't help but want to see
I want you to cure my curiosity
I want you to show me
how it is, that you see
all this good in me.
I said I'm going to ignore you and your every word
and doing that is more like a chore.
My wings are broken - I'm a flightless bird
I'm a beached whale - dying on the shore
But your spoken words stuck
and I can't get them out of my head
I feel completely dumbstruck.
Naively I said to myself:
"as easy as that"
little did I know
and now I can't ignore the cracks that's starting to grow.
I hate that you feel that my shitty reality
is all your responsibility!
It's not but things are getting hot
I am boiling over from thought
I am burning
with some kind of emotion
my body, mind, and soul is churning
I'm experiencing erosion.
A while back
you made my brick wall crack
and slowly it started crumbling
yet I felt stronger than before
this feeling bubbling
and the walls cracked some more...
With the wind and rain of your words
everything started tumbling down even the brand new boards.
I hate that I don't hate what is happening to me
it's all because of . . .
YOU!
And as you can see, this is the most terrifying thing to ever happen to me.
YOU ARE READING
Mysteries of myself
PoesíaPoems and random thoughts and feelings I have sometimes. I have poems of other poets in here too. I wrote who the poet is with his/her poem! I am only human (unfortunately) therefor I do make a spelling mistake/typo or two, so please feel free to co...
