And then the next day
You're not going to need me anymore
Through all the silence
All the minutes
All the time
We went through the strangest
The most passionate
It felt sublime
In the minutes
Of looking for the sanity
I didn't find a single ounce in me
I left myself
Through that an hour ago
I left myself
In all the minutes
I'm paying attention to you
In all the days
I found myself wondering
I realized,
In all its heights
You only need me in that
In all its wonders
The minutes I spent
You're going to remember
It's quite misspent
In all the seconds
I spent with you
I've come to realize
You're not going to need me
And I should too
But why is it
That it feels lonely
To not have you ask
For my existence merely
It's suddenly as if
Feeling lonely
You're only wanting me
For your specific sanity.
Talk to me once more
I'd give you my all
But you only talk to me
As if asking me to fall
Fall into a trap of bliss
That only lasts a moment
Ask me four words
And I'd never say it
But ask my heart
What it would feel like
When you caress my hand
In the darkest of the night
I would answer
In the most truthful manner
In the most stripped version of me
I'd answer;
"Dearest, let me hold you,
In the darkest,
In the saddest,
In the moments of blue,
Let me ask you
If you feel the same for me too"
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Verses from a Broken Soul [poetry]
PoetryWe all have our personal demons, not the ones that lurk in the dark, but the ones that eat us up from inside. Ones that makes us question how okay are we despite being akin to a walking corpse; a waking vessel void of a soul. We all have the capabi...