In the darkest light
Of morning
I see the outline of your face
An illusion
That I trace
With cold fingers
Which long to be warmed
By you
I wanted you before I knew what love was, but then I understood that it is a constant battle. I push away when you pull me in, I say I love you when you can't stand to look at me. Love is a war- a brutal fight. Because love isn't easy. We work, we fight, but when it comes down to it we both would take a bullet for the other. Even if we pulled the trigger.
these words are my burden
my suffering
my tears
these words are my heartbreak
and the pain of all my years
these poems are my hardships
my brokeness
my pain
these poems are what I write
to make it go away
Freedom.
I have dreamed of the word
But have always been uncertain
Of its meaning
Is it choice,
Or ability?
Or is it something in between?
I ask for freedom
But wonder
Which side of the bars
I see
Somewhere deep
In this scaffolding of bones
My heart aches
For love
And the stars
It's 2:31 AM, my dear
And i am still awake
Thinking of our reckless words
On another restless night
Seeing you in every place
In the shadows of my room;
Your face
Smiling at me
Chasing away sleep
Like a childish game,
Of wolves and sheep.
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?
Of all the insults you've thrown
"Soft" has hurt the most.
To hear that the years of love and laughter
That carved the lines in my cheeks
Were a weakness
Wounds me as much as the slaps you endured
At the hands of people far less soft than I.
In a moment my pain will pass, I know
And pity will set in
At how sad it is that you were raised
To see compassion as a flaw.
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Day 3/14
The bloodiest hands
Are those of time.
As it passes
And the seasons change,
All things age
And die.
The darkness takes me
And my eyes feel heavy
Like my heart
Which weighs down
My chest
The crow caws once.
A shiver down my spine
I wanted nothing more than to preserve what was mine.
The crow caws again.
Another eerie cry
I tried to fight fate, but you cant win with a lie.
The crow caws once more
A body in the ground
No headstone to mark, only soil in a mound.
The crow falls silent.
The empty only grows
The last attempt to hide my sins, causes them to show.