There was no room left for you
On the marble pedestal I made
For us to live and breathe side by side,
Slowly weathered away by acid rain
That poured from your finger tips,
Burning me with every touch.
The marble stand begins to bend,
Failing and crumbling because of you,
Burning and unleashing constant pain
Onto my fragile skin,
But I stay will stay strong.
A poem with two voices speaking about a relationship that was perceived differently by the two people.
I love you.
I loved you.
We connected in a way I never had before.
You were for simple pleasure.
When I asked for, you complained.
You wanted what I couldn’t give.
Time and love. A family.
Our priorities were so different,
I want to still love you.
It was time to move on.
I can’t live without you.
You were just for fun.
I need to be with you.
We both agreed to fun, nothing more.
I can’t take it.
It feels good to breath again.
The blood running down my skin feels good.
The cold air is refreshing.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
I never needed anyone to hold me,
It was never needed to feel love.
The warmth of you was unwanted
And unwelcome, my independence
Meant your sorry self was without a job,
And a sorry job it was, trying to
Warm and protect the dead.
I need no one to hold me,
Need no one to protect me,
For the warmth is unwanted,
And my independence rids me
Of you for good.
There it was, that little light
Deep inside your soul of night,
Hidden in the darkness of space,
Yet shining like a star of grace,
You hide in the night,
Afraid to show light.
Do not be afraid of yourself,
Lovely star of beautiful flame,
For that star is to be among ourselves
And the light should never be tame.
Inside the soul I felt the connection,
I felt that warm injection
Reach my inner being,
My heartbeat fleeing
The from the pain of the past
And running to you fast,
Hoping to feel the connection again,
That sweet injection I must obtain.
Are you the poison to do me in,
Bring me down by my sin,
Or are you the antidote
That will help me regain control?
Poem #1
So many precious gems,
Yet I shed a tear for I
Cannot find my diamond.
Poem #2
It wasn’t until the cold
That warmth was experienced.
Poem #3
Unwanted and not cherished,
I do not regret having perished
At your hands, cruel society.
Poem #4
It was never about love,
Not with you,
It was just for the attention.
I dreamed a dream I
Never wanted to see,
Of love and great passion.
It was a beautiful nightmare,
One that I wanted to end,
But for it to also never end.
Fear of love and passion,
Afraid to commit,
But ready for more,
I want this nightmare
To become beautiful
But I am simply afraid.
