It took me so much,
To come up to you,
Look at you in the eye,
And tell you those three words.
Yet it was so easy,
The words spilled out of my mouth,
Like a clouded morning mist.
Which proves it can be hard and easy.
It took you so little,
To come up to me,
Look at me in the eye
And tell me the words that would break me.
Yet it was so quick,
The seconds, the words flew by when
They escaped you, and reached for me,
And clawed upon my heart.
My heart melted when I saw you.
My heart beat in your warm presence.
My heart froze without you.
Now my heart is made of stone, ice, and emptiness.
Every day I see you pass by,
Never looking at me in the eye.
And it's for the best,
Because if you did, then it would've been easy.
So, so, so easy.
To jump upon you
And tear you apart,
To pieces.
Like you did.
Now day by day,
I pick up the shards,
Scattered all across me,
Pick them up one by one.
And it's so hard.
So, so, so hard.
To not crumble at each rock
Life throws at me.
To not collapse when the roars of life
Meet my ears.
To not abandon, surrender, when the storms of life
Blows at me, destroy me.
With no difficulty,
With all the ease of the world.
Meanwhile, I have to withstand the rain,
Run away from the eternal pain.
I miss the times for yore,
Where there was always more
Than the rocks, than the storms,
And everything didn't need strength to bear.
It's so hard now not to cry,
Yell out the sorrow and aching,
When they all tell you that the storm will pass,
Because they don't know that it'll pass, but come back again and again.
It takes all the strength in the world to love, now.
All the strength in the world to hope,
All the strength in the world to live,
All the strength in the world to not abandon.
I'm getting weaker,
And they get stronger.
Where do I find the strength now?
There's none left in my heart.
You took it,
With everything else
That was within me.
Nothing. Nothing left.
So what is left to do,
Other than shake,
Shatter, break,
And die?
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
