AViolentPoemForAFailingHeart by usedfakehearts, literature
Literature
AViolentPoemForAFailingHeart
I write in the darkness,
I mourn in the light.
Through this thin margin,
I give you the sparkling stars.
Through these passionate words
I give you my soul and spirit.
Keep them free,
Keep them alive.
Give it love and give it time.
It shall grow out of this space,
Where nature meets its counterpart,
Where pen meets paper
On a sweetly scented note.
These words that come from thy feathers,
They whisper a vile innocence
Sinks into the skin,
Washed away by the red rush,
Into that pump, clamped and soaked.
So full of sweet and vengeful innocence,
It blends the weaknesses, the strengths.
A broken heart is all you need,
A needle,
A Bathroom Stall for Emotions by usedfakehearts, literature
Literature
A Bathroom Stall for Emotions
Eyes open, I remain still.
Lying on the floor,
The cold, cold bathroom floor.
A blade on the right,
Cuts on the left.
Oh such sweet suffering,
This pain, it calls me.
The stillness, the quiet atmosphere,
I can't hear anything,
Jus the panting, my panting.
The words,
The words tumble out my mouth:
"I don't love you anymore…"
He said, he said.
You dare defy me,
You dare leave me struggling.
Struggling for conscious air,
Air so sweet and full of lust.
How could you hurt me?
Hurt me with your gentle words.
Those words, full of spikes.
Tear my flesh and left me open.
And now, a broken heart is all I have.
I have to mend it,
Count the Days, Love. by usedfakehearts, literature
Literature
Count the Days, Love.
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Rain falls onto the ground
Hitting every leaf,
Hitting every shy flower,
Blooming without the sun.
Oh rain, why be here now?
When I can play with love,
When we could lie,
Lie in the strewn grass
And look at the fine petals
Which fall into a mound.
Oh precious drops,
Won't you just go away?
Love wouldn't wait,
Wouldn't, for another sunny day.
But the sun would hurt us.
The sun would fill our eyes with pain.
Oh precious sky,
Don't turn gray,
Let your sobs fill another pail
All we ask,
Is a cloudy day.
AViolentPoemForAFailingHeart by usedfakehearts, literature
Literature
AViolentPoemForAFailingHeart
I write in the darkness,
I mourn in the light.
Through this thin margin,
I give you the sparkling stars.
Through these passionate words
I give you my soul and spirit.
Keep them free,
Keep them alive.
Give it love and give it time.
It shall grow out of this space,
Where nature meets its counterpart,
Where pen meets paper
On a sweetly scented note.
These words that come from thy feathers,
They whisper a vile innocence
Sinks into the skin,
Washed away by the red rush,
Into that pump, clamped and soaked.
So full of sweet and vengeful innocence,
It blends the weaknesses, the strengths.
A broken heart is all you need,
A needle,
A Bathroom Stall for Emotions by usedfakehearts, literature
Literature
A Bathroom Stall for Emotions
Eyes open, I remain still.
Lying on the floor,
The cold, cold bathroom floor.
A blade on the right,
Cuts on the left.
Oh such sweet suffering,
This pain, it calls me.
The stillness, the quiet atmosphere,
I can't hear anything,
Jus the panting, my panting.
The words,
The words tumble out my mouth:
"I don't love you anymore…"
He said, he said.
You dare defy me,
You dare leave me struggling.
Struggling for conscious air,
Air so sweet and full of lust.
How could you hurt me?
Hurt me with your gentle words.
Those words, full of spikes.
Tear my flesh and left me open.
And now, a broken heart is all I have.
I have to mend it,
Count the Days, Love. by usedfakehearts, literature
Literature
Count the Days, Love.
Drop. Drop. Drop.
Rain falls onto the ground
Hitting every leaf,
Hitting every shy flower,
Blooming without the sun.
Oh rain, why be here now?
When I can play with love,
When we could lie,
Lie in the strewn grass
And look at the fine petals
Which fall into a mound.
Oh precious drops,
Won't you just go away?
Love wouldn't wait,
Wouldn't, for another sunny day.
But the sun would hurt us.
The sun would fill our eyes with pain.
Oh precious sky,
Don't turn gray,
Let your sobs fill another pail
All we ask,
Is a cloudy day.
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