My lips singed purple

My veins dead,

Lost candidates to the option

Of revival.

Insomnia, a neat side effect

The voices in my head

Speak of vile things,

Sins I didn't need God to forgive me for

Because I would never forgive myself.

My fingers cramp,

My limbs turn numb,

My mind cut off from neurons,

Processing screams to falling on now deaf ears

Is this what it feels like to die?

I wouldn't know,

Mind consumed by a darkness and the rest

Is history,

My soulless eyes, watching my heart

Caress another,

My vacant vessel cold to touch,

But I've become a victim to the sins,

The sins of my lover

My the voices that had long since departed

Had been right in their propaganda,

Maybe I wouldn't watch my body

Seep into the flesh of the earth

Maybe he would be on this side

And I on the other,

Love was a strange thing.

So I'm insecure

My demons have won

And my insides are spilled

Like dirty laundry at your feet

For your eyes only.

My sins the scars on my wrist

The old and new.

My mind a rainstorm, that found her

Love in a tornado,

So I'm insecure,

My heart barely beating,

My palms sweating,

My vision is blurred

I can't cope with the situation,

Without my crutch,

The Spinach to my Pop Eye

Gone,

My demons have won the war

But I savour the qualms of the battles.

I take a deep breath and my lungs work,

My mind quiet, except my vision is tinted

My temporary strength giving me the illusion

Of

Faux freedom, tomorrow will come and

I will wither, but as for now

My palms are still,

My heart racing,

Chasing a dragon it'll never catch,

A victory it'll never know.

Honesty

I love you.

That is all I can say,

How more deeply, how more beautiful can I say the feeling that has forced its way into my chest and has made a home in my soul?

Like air you were something familiar, yet something I hadn’t acknowledged had steadily become vital to the revival, no the sustaining of my soul.

The mere thought brings tears to my eyes and it cuts deeper than any pain I’ve ever endured, the mere thought... of losing you.

And sometimes, it worried me that you’d see through my cracks and it took my breath away when you gazed into my caverns and fell deeper for what you had seen, I write with tears in my eyes and honestly wonder..

What I had done to deserve you sounding like a cliche, you almost make me want the ending that comes with it.

In reality, I miss you, like a tree missing its branches, pieces of my shattered existence falling swiftly without the grace of your wind to flutter them into the haven of your essence.

If I had been honest, I would say that you, you weren’t my first love, but rather, you were my first honest love.

Possibly, my true love.

The Burial Dance

Another loss... Another body to hide How many resurrections have I Been forced to endure? Burying another part of me, all because it was difficult to find any sort of temporary affection With the noisy clinks from my soul... They sound like a badly played broken piano, and this serenade I know it so well... I just want someone to dance with me at one of my burials.

Lovesbrokenpoet

Life through velvet tinted glasses ♡

Mistaken

It was ridiculous to think that you could love me right? What's worse, the thought that you'd be the one to treasure me...

I get it now, you are like "him" you could never love me too right? That's why it was so easy for you to throw me away, like he had, right love?

Nonsense¿

I make no sense, do I?

How could I when I feel incoherent and my mind races, void of logic, void of...

Sanity.

The sun kissed your skin, I remember,

The air tasted like salvation and your eyes

Seemed like gentle beacons to my battered soul.

I make no sense, do I?

Like, like, like, when your hands cupped my face and you made me porcelain with your gentle embrace, I held onto you, anchoring like a sinner finally redeemed of their transgressions,

You...

You felt...

Different, a good different.

I make no sense, do I?

How do I say this? When your lips touched mine and I forgot for moments that I was broken, for moments I was yours and you...

You... You wanted to be mine.

You cleansed my palette of the acquired Taste of him and... Here we stand,

Two stangers in an embrace...

Am I delusional, because I can't seem to comprehend why... You feel different,

Maybe it's temporary, but I'm dying for this, for us to be permanent.

I make no sense, do I?

I simply want you to stay, I wanna learn how to love you unconditionally.

Is it alright, if my arrows pierce your core and my venom seeps into your bones, is it alright that I monopolise you?

Is all of me enough, for you to love?

I make no sense, do I?

I'm falling for you.

~lovesbrokenpoet