Hidden hands
Are cold and stained red
Life as messy as my bed
And I'm wishing
Time would hurry
Put it all behind me
I know what I did
But I still love you
In the end
Even after
What I said
We mess with each others heads
I haven't made it clear
My love did not disappear
I just can't tell you
What I'm feeling
It's easier to say goodbye
When I'm leaving
That's the only time
You'll hear it
For as long as you live
As the fire burns
So does the heart
But I'm not the only one
You also held a gun
You're just as bad as me
And they will all see
Who we are
And the wounds that bleed
You can't read me
You tore me apart
Like a piece of paper
The words are scattered
And so is my heart
But we can
Call it even
YOU ARE READING
Medicine
PoetryCutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat li...
