It’s been awhile since we’ve been close.
I’m missing you more and more-
I feel you in my hand, and think twice.
Should I go through with it?
Something tells me to give you another try.
It’s my heart.
Without you, I’ve been so lost
Trying to hold everything in.
When you were here, things were right.
Every smile I had to force, or thought I hid,
Would become a new slit upon my skin.
And I could live freely
Without the burden of living hurt.
People don’t seem to understand us.
We’re meant to be together.
They say that you’re harming me,
That I should move on from your addictive touch.
But I can live this lie without you-
And they refuse to see that.
They were never there when I needed them most.
Why couldn’t they understand?
They shouldn’t be jealous if you satisfied this need.
The need that they can’t comply.
This need to live,
Need to be free,
To know I’m more than the secrets I keep.
And now I realize how much I need you
And I unleash what I’ve been holding back for so long.
Who cares if they won’t accept us together?
It’s who I am,
And if they don’t like me for me,
What are they wasting their time on?
I fall back into this harmful habit.
But it feels so right.
Your cold metal on my skin
Cutting out these imperfections:
This shame I can’t shadow,
This filth I can’t clean,
These thoughts I can’t leave,
This lie that I live.
I see this scarlet scar appear
And things are right again.
I love you.
Remember that.
Even after I’m forced to leave you.
They won’t ever be able to understand us.
I’m fine with that, as long as you’re mine.
It’s so routine, that I’ll need you forever.
I feel your sharp shine on my skin again.
And I’m immune to the pain of life.
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Very interesting. You get a cookie for a good idea, but you get less chocolate chips for the feeling of familiarity.
The good flow gives you one chocolate chip. Your lines melted into paragraphs swiftly and the paragraphs changed and introduced new parts of the dilemma without sounding too off base from the original idea.
You started with ten chocolate chips, but you lose the one you gained up there for the familiarity. *nods matter-of-factly, enjoying the cookie comparison*
The good comparisons give you another chip, so in the end you entered and left with ten chips. Yes, I was baking a lot this week. ^-^ All in all, I enjoyed this piece. I didn't expect this sort of poem from the title, but I was pleasantly surprised to find a connection to the title within the poem. Keep it comin'!
Dude chills up the spine and hair standing up on the back of my neck. This poem was very scary in a sense, yet i know a lot of people that would fall in love with this. Not everyone turns their back on you, and taking the easy way out isnt always a good thing.
If you ever need to talk let me know ok? This was very descriptive yet it was very depressing
I love your poetry
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