I still can't quite picture
What it's like to hold a hand
For the thought of love and desire
Is just a flat out blank
For I think of the ways
Of how affection is shown
But I am of no flower
No,
Not even close to a rose.
If anything,
I am its thorns,
Full of anger and regret.
For whenever I look into the mirror
I really wish the image would just crack.
For I am of no heart,
Only numbed,
And hardened,
Trapped within the cycle
Of self-hatred without a recipe
For me to be able to mend
No,
I cannot understand the ways of love
For I only know how to loathe
And bring out my daggers
Out of fear your hands would bloodied
By my sharpened spine and soul
For I do not want to hurt you
That is my biggest fear...
So my dear,
Please I beg of you,
To just turn around and go;
To just move on with your life,
And to not stay and try to fix
My unhappy, broken pieces
For that I must do myself
Without you giving too much
Of your much too kind,
Lending hand
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sunflowers by the sea
PoetryThe book 'sunflowers by the sea' is a compilation of poems I have written. It is about the wonders over the hardships as well as complications of the human life, where the highs and the lows, the dos and the don'ts, as well as the desperate hopes of...
