You can break my heart,
Time and again.
Let it shatter to pieces,
And shower like the pouring rain.
Take the half,
That belonged to you then,
Scribe on it a scarlet letter-
My love for you that died unspoken.
Whether it’s love or pain,
They’re both a throb to the heart.
Whether you knew or not,
It still would have broken me apart.
An adrenaline junkie with the heart of an adventurer. She toughed it out in desert storms. Survived deadly blizzards.
But with him, the tables often turned.
With a single smile, he swept her away every day.
A poet’s soul,
Is neither kind nor forgiving.
We have been hardened by life,
And moulded by its strife.
These are things we are not born with, but acquire:
Eyes that reek of judgement,
Tongue bitter from the taste of truth,
And an imagination that defies gravity.
These are things we do not dread, but desire:
Nights devoid of sleep,
Passion that burns a hole through your heart,
And a mind that obeys no one.
Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.
Making new promises, to redeem.
Your eyes locked on mine,
Our fingers entwine;
Two hearts beat as one,
All the masks are undone.
I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly.
Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky.
I am pushed and pulled
Left to suffocate in silence,
A voiceless fool.
I am taut and teased
Stripped of my pride,
A spineless tool.
Made to feel so silly,
By a heartless bully.
You bring me down like gravity.
Not knowing what to say,
Not knowing what to write.
It has never been the issue.
Having too much to pour out,
That endless train of musing,
It goes on a journey
From too much truth to heartache.
Putting pen to paper is like,
A vacuum to the heart.
In the end there’s a dirty bag of poetry,
And a soul drained of all emotions.