"Tear my skin apart,
Try and get a glimpse of my broken heart;
It beats for you still.
Look into my eyes;
Can you see my toxic thoughts, how tired I am?
How can you not;
My eyes are open windows;
Peek inside my soul.
I'm like mixed colours, like two mixed flavours.
I'm bold at times, uttering lies.
And the other times, I'm sweet; polite.
I'm too much, and yet for you, never enough.
I'm the wildest, but simple;
Free, yet bound.
I can speak without making a single sound.
With you, I'm far too brittle.
I tend to bend far too much;
Fearing I'll break apart.
But you, you aren't gentle.
You're ruthless, you've got a cold heart.
Makes me wonder at times;
Why I stay.
Take my hand;
Can you feel it shake?
I'm a trembling mess.
Embrace me, and I still hold back, harder, tighter.
But then you let go. You shake my soul;
Leaving me breathless with heartache;
Dizzy with headaches;
We speak far too loud at certain times;
Is this how people fight?
You feed me pretty lies;
At times, they tatse good.
But then you starve me.
Look at me; what do you see?
I'm so much, but all wrong;
Set me right; leave tonight."
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poetry* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
