You're proud that I'm writing of love?
Oh god, don't you get it?
You've broken my wall,
You've shattered the barrier I had up.
I thought it was bulletproof,
Indestructible.
But it wasn't, because you got through.
But maybe that's because
You're not a bullet,
Maybe you just knew how to get through
And join me in my solitude
Trying to hide from love and myself
But you entered and now,
I can't help but think of the word.
And it's a positive thing now,
Not a broken promise
Or the way I'm corrected
Or the normality of the way it's said to me
No,
It was impulsive and raw and right
So maybe you shattered the glass
Or maybe you just walked in
But either way,
I'm warming up to that word again.
YOU ARE READING
Silent Screams
PoetryPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)
