Ballad Of My Brain > Poetry

Shush

Would you play with delight?

Or would you play me with sorrow?

All along I had this feeling,

I would break myself apart,

Pick which thread I would sew myself together with,

Sometimes it was sadness, more pain, sometimes I just wanted the high.

Was I addicted to the pain?

Was I addicted to peeling myself apart layer by layer?

So I ask again

would you play me with delight?

Or would you play me with sorrow?

When you string me up

Remember to double tie the noughts

Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,

Or stay mute.

But don't use me as a flashlight

to help, you find your way through the labyrinth

and then throw them away once the powers ran out

Because there will always be a spark.

Now answer me!

Would you play me with delight?

Or would you play me with sorrow?

If I asked you would you cut the rope

I know you would.

You play the strings of my heart like a professional.

You ripped open my chest just to play my rare instrument,

And I just let you.

Don't you dare come any closer,

But you can stare at my open wounds

I can still imagine the pain I would feel

While pleasure overshadows.

And draws attention in a quiet room.

Look at me!

Would you play me with delight?

Or would you play me with sorrow.

You already have someone.

I have no one...

You have a colourful mind,

But your veins are black running through your body,

Suppling it with what you crave.

I am not that dark, destructive fluid that runs in them.

I'm an abandoned flower with delicate petals,

Ripped from the ground for fun and games.

Are you going to try and replant me,

I'll wither up and die either way.

Please, answer me,

Will you play me with delight?

Or will you play me with sorrow?

I know you've made up your mind already.

But I've written lies all over my body,

You taught me best when you bound me to you.

When you set me on fire with your sparks.

You're a small crack in a mirror

that I have allowed to spread.

And now it's smashed,

falling apart into a million pieces.

Sometimes tears say all that needs to be said.

But they won't erase our mistakes.

Did you play me with delight?

Or did you play me with sorrow?

Neither.

It never happened, shush.