I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
Ya know, I used to wonder
If there was such a thing as love.
I never really saw it-
My parents weren't the best-
I didn't think it really exsisted.
But I'm glad you proved me wrong.
Because now
I not only love you,
I've learned to love myself.
How do you find me?
I was just about to think
That everything was okay.
And then here we are.
You won't go away.
Leave me alone.
Just let me be.
I'm sick of it all.
Can't you see?
You yell and punch
Til there's nothing left.
I'm tired of bruises.
I want this over.
I'm tired of fighting.
I'm ready to give up.
If it means you'll leave me alone. . .
No, I won't give you what you want.
I will be myself.
I will not conform just because you say.
I'm tired of being this way,
I'm too tired to stay.
I'm happy to say I've dropped you.
I stare at the page,
A lump in my throat.
What? Why? What'd I do?
I'm stuck back in this cage.
I tried to read what you wrote.
I guess our ending was due.
I tried not to hate you,
Tried not to cry,
Tried to carry on like nothing was wrong.
I watched as you did too.
I watched as the days went by.
I walked around, hiding from Our Song.
Then a boy came.
He smiled brightly.
And offered his hand.
He seems so tame,
Though he held me tightly.
And everything was grand.
I block off my heart.
Stop crying.
Where do the tears get me?
Why am I so weak?
Why can't I be strong and proud?
The pain is sharp and cold.
I don't need to block off my heart, anymore,
With a cage.
It is already broken.
Crumbled.
Only to be swept up by the next predator in waiting.
I must be strong,
To be alive with no heart.
I am not beautiful, I admit.
Because I have scars.
Can't you leave me in solitude?
In pain?
Live with Open Eyes by Leftunforgiven3, literature
Literature
Live with Open Eyes
Sometimes we don't realize what we've got till' we lose it. Sometimes, most of the time, we don't realize everything we need is right in front of us, and sometimes all we need to do is slow down and open our eyes, before its too late, and its all gone, never to come back. It sucks that sometimes it takes losing someone or something to realize how much they or it meant to us. So, for once take a break, slow down, open your eyes, and just pay attention because you never know when something will just pass you by. And sadly though we know this concept, hardly anyone actually slows down. So when that day comes and we lose someone or something spec
Living Dead Or Dead Living? by MikalaLD, literature
Literature
Living Dead Or Dead Living?
Broken hearts, un/locked doors,
Tired souls, (tired of) fighting for purchase,
Lost/found, love/hate, sadness/fear,
Living dead or dead living,
Cracking, or fractured?
A person breaks/heals.
We (continue to) fight/give up.
A heart beats/stops.
Un/broken doors, locked hearts.