Why stab me
In the back
If there's already
A hole
In my chest
Tag: Heart
Letters To Him #4
The nights don’t hurt me anymore, even when your pain feels so lovely. A gravitational pull towards the inevitable, the moon crushes my chest in an effort to make space for your heart.
One of these nights I will hold myself and all of the versions of me I have ever left behind. I will pull on the hands of those who beg to touch, even if pleasure falls through the cracks in my fist.
Pieces
I loved you in ways
I couldn't explain
Every piece of my soul
Longed for you
But you ripped me apart
While holding my heart
Left me empty
And broken in two
Control Me
I built an entire world
I placed a home for you to reside in
And for some reason you still envied
All prior lands I lent to others
You seemingly never realized
That the small patches of grass I grewÂ
Were a precursor to the beautiful fields
I once wanted you to own
Yes or No
Color me
Surprised
You only love in
Black or White
Let Me In
Let love into your life
In whatever form
In whatever way
I promise you
No matter the ending
That love will change you
In the best way possible
I Know You Know
I used to wonder
If he really knew
But I know now
That he knows how
I will always love him so
Goodbye
I could hate you
And blame you
And shame you for days
But that pain
Goes away
When I don’t let you stay
Letters To Him #3
I used to pity you, and all that you had gone through. Every action that had led to the scars on your heart, all the wrong you did not deserve. That is until I discovered the vengeance you seek in those you find unworthy. What defines worth, my dear? To you, the expectations on value and respect are never held to your own doing. So what defines worth? Innocent souls trip on mistakes in your path and you condemn them for life. What defines worth? You do realize that this pattern of defining another’s worth, to you, is a viscous cycle of revenge, right?
You will never find happiness and peace while battling a non-existent war. Look around, my dear, for you have wounded those around you who have had nothing but love for you. Hearts that have been misplaced due to your lack of empathy and self serving actions. I hope you finally get what you are looking for, however, I really hope you get what you deserve.
Glass Heart
My heart is made of glass
But has been stained
With all the colors of my love
I am fragile but hopefulÂ
That one day someone will understand
The depth of this work of art
What's Mine Is Yours 