yes it's 2 a.m. yes i should be asleep. yes i have school tomorrow. and yes, i am in fact writing poetry. oh just read it. please? =3
This boy.
One tiny island in an endless sea of human beings.
Yet, he's more than another face on the street
Or another voice in the hallway as I run from class to class.
This one boy is special.
He's taught me so many things,
He's taught me I can't help everyone,
He taught me that not every broken thing can be fixed
With super-glue and duct tape.
He showed me it's alright
To take off my mask of happiness,
And show someone the side of me
I always hide away.
He proved to me dark things
Can be beautiful,
And made me reconsider
How I saw the world.
He's made me feel pretty
For once in my life,
He's helped me learn to like myself
Even if only a tiny bit.
He is both the painter
Of the blush upon my cheeks,
And the holder of the knife
That carved these wounds into my heart.
He's made me happier than I've ever been,
Given me a reason to live each day,
Still, I've cried more tears for him
Than for anything else in my life.
Each day, I walk a thin tightrope
Between happiness and dispair,
The further intertwined our hearts get
Makes the rope harder and harder to walk.
And this I do not mind
For I cannot simply let him go,
To do so would be to fall off the rope
And plummet to my death.
Words my feelings fail to express,
Saying "I love you" seems almost trivial
Yet that is all I can find to say,
How is it he can say that is enough?
would you pleeaasee comment? i like hearing peoples thoughts 3nodding
don't make me beg, i will if i must whee
'nother poem i wrote a couple days later at 2 a.m. (12-5-08 )
Hug me.
Please.
Ignore the tears rolling down my cheek.
Pretend the slight hitching of my breath
Isn't there.
Hold me.
Don't try to ask me "what's wrong".
Don't try to figure out my problem.
Just hug me.
Pet me, tell me you love me.
Don't tell me "everything will be ok"
Because I know it won't be.
Just give me a hug.
Because when I'm wrapped in your arms
Nothing more can hurt me.
The pain can cease.
The bleeding in my heart can slow
Though it won't stop.
Hold me close to yourself
Keep me there.
Please don't worry.
My pain is my own.
I injure myself
Without meaning to, I rip open the wound again.
And again.
Don't feel guilty.
Please.
It's not your fault.
It's my own. Always my own.
Hold me tightly,
Kiss my forehead.
Do whatever you want with me,
I don't care.
All I ask is
That you don't let me go...
 bunnyfan194 · Wed Dec 03, 2008 @ 07:56am · 0 Comments |
