Her Worlds

Chapter 19

A series of poems of love and, well, not love. 

A Letter of Love and Promise

Darling, Honey,

I will be the thing that was never given to you,

I will be the safety you constantly pursue,

Your pride, your love, your silent melody,

I will be more and care more about you than just money,

I will be a supportive column to you,

I will be by your side, helping you,

Together we can pursue the life they took so you would study.

My dear, my love,

You say you can never be happy,

Let me say I know our broken, jagged edges don't fit like a glove,

I know you can feel so painfully snappy,

But with me, I promise you will be loved,

So lower your walls just a little, so together we can be happy

A Letter to the One I Hurt the Most

To you, the one who stayed despite it all,

You, who has stayed through every angry storm,

No simple letter can express the pain of your missing form,

And how anguished I've become since our fall,

I have no one to blame but myself for this wall,

And yet you stand in this storm,

Your honey words always so warm,

No wall could ever hide your love's enthrall.

My abandoned love, my never ending support,

I always hide, I'm always afraid,

You deserve better than I,

But your sweet honey words break down my fort,

And in each other's arms I am always swayed,

For when we are together, I know we were never meant to say goodbye.

One Day You'll Know

How I wish I can tell you that one day

The storm will pass and there will be no more

But you would never believe it

And it would only be a lie.

What I can tell you,

Is one day you will have no more scabbing wounds,

One day you won't taste the blood of war,

You won't feel every angry word vibrating in your heart.

One day you will hold my hand,

You'll have skin with faded scars,

The warm taste of honey water on your tongue,

And love and happiness will be bursting from within you.

This is no lie,

And I believe this entirely,

This storm will pass and there will be calm.

How I wish I can take you there now.

How Bittersweet It Tastes

How silly I feel when I return to you,

The sweet tang of metallic on my tongue.

Bruised and cut and burned,

I end up standing before you.

Breathe in, breathe out.

I smile.

The metallic tang, so sweet on my tongue,

Turns so bitter after I swallow,

Turns so bitter after the sight of your worry

So so bitter when you take me back anyway

And promise a better tomorrow.

One Day

A delicate, wobbly smile curls at your lips,

A fondness, exasperation, tickles me,

Once more, you have bared the brunt of another hit

Hit after hit, you bore it and let yourself taste blood.

Darling, it's going to be okay, just breathe in, breathe out.

I won't tell you what I've said before,

You don't need their love and validation,

You just need yourself and your own love,

And I promise you this, one day you'll wake up,

Just like any other day,

You'll wake up and decide that you no longer want to taste blood

You'll wake up and decide you don't need them

You'll wake up and everything will get better.

It's Call

somewhere, something is calling for me,

tugging on the essence of my Soul,

with every pull it tries to take me somewhere it calls Home,

if I close my eyes, The Call enters my vision,

taking a tempting image,

as if soaring through the sky

on wings of feathers and wax

precariously being carried by the wind

to the place my Soul calls Home.