Lately my hands have been trying to write a poem I was avoiding as it's kept being recited in the back of my head a whole sonnet composed of only your name as it's rhyme scheme and oh how it rhymes with my soul.
Lately my hand have been trying to rebel on my mind and write a poem where none of us is the villain, perhaps just two roses picking off each other's petals just see who loves the other the most "I love you, you love me not. I love you, you love me not." Until there was no love left... not even spring can grow them (petals/love/us) back.
Alas darling I would have let you eat my soul if you wanted to, for I was (still) hopelessly, helplessly, mindlessly, devoted to you.
I would have (did) reshape my being to feed your needs and water your petals (love) for it all i needed (act of service).
And so, i spent nights and months with your dragger pierced through my soul, ripping my heart apart just so you can eat my heart if you wish so (for i knew you'd never tell).
But with my pierced heart and petals buried in the grave of the lost and the ruin, does my thorns make you bleed ? Do you bleed? ( or are you still numb?)
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Lingering Thoughts | Poetry Attempts
PoetryLiving through this few words, thoughts that stayed longer on my mind that it should.
