I could hate you
And blame you
And shame you for days
But that pain
Goes away
When I don’t let you stay
Tag: poem
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
Enraged
I can feel the fireÂ
As it rages up inside of me
It rises once againÂ
Slowly forming who I’m meant to be
Tried to be too different
Tried too hard to never disagree
But you were never with it
Now my love comes with a pricey fee
Contentment
I never felt at peace
And now my world is standing stillÂ
The war used to consumeÂ
But now no voids call me to fillÂ
I used to never sleep
Now nights bring dark against my will
I never feel too weary
Now that the calm seeks all my thrill
Future
She approached me in all black
With her fingers dipped in gold
I tried to get some answers
But her responses left me cold
She gazed out of the window
And was speechless for some time
She turned to me and whispered
“I miss that light inside my eyes”
You Own Me
Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home
Me
I slowly drag my fingers
Through silk woven sheets
Feeling the warmth of my bodyÂ
Making my way up the curvesÂ
I reach the shallow holes
That hug the edges of my collarbone
For so long I begged
To be loved by strangers
But the only stranger I touch
Is me
We Had More
The truth is that sadlyÂ
I’m always prepared
When fighting the bad that you did
But pushing away
All that which could be great
Is the battle I can’t seem to win
Come Find Me
I always seem to trap myselfÂ
In the maze that is my mind
And without any navigational aid
You somehow find a way through
Constantly and effortlessly pulling me
Out of a self-created labyrinth
Not even I could escape the depths of
