During every second that ticks by,
I stare at the clock, but my midnights fly
And I spend them staring at an empty ceiling
On which you used make me see stars,
And light my heart casually aflame like a cigar.
All of your words still resonate
But "I love you" are words that never age.
How long 'til I grow up and apart from them?
Oh, but I still remember how you used to brush my fear
And steer all my thoughts from dark to clear.
I have seen all the miracles life has had to offer
But they somehow all turned to shattered disasters.
Isaac once met a boy with eyes blue like summer,
But the boy was taken away by a storm cold like winter.
Then Isaac was all alone, on his own.
The little Emma once wanted to write her stories
But her parents never believed in her,
And taught her to work harder, become something better.
She said goodbye to the path she had made out of dreams;
And so she faded and became memory.
In the skies Isaac met Emma,
And in each others' pain they found solicitude
And comfort that braved the walls of solitude.
But they could never hug each other,
For from the skies Reality was still laughing.
Despite this, you made me think Love was easy!
You said "Burn off your problems" but dearly, truly,
How could I ever burn you off?
Because if I had to I would've flown to the moon
And stolen it from the sky for you.
I knew by heart the way you used to laugh
Like the sweetest bells in a coffee shop,
But from close up it would sound cold, and sharp.
You split my heart in a hundred parts
But they were still all yours to break again.
The symphony we played together on the piano,
How could I tell you it still rings at night, aglow and slow?
In the most hurtful ache, I want to scream that I miss you.
Because I do. I really do.
I miss you so much that tears pile up in my throat for centuries.
The crestfallen look on my face,
Filled with scorch marks from your incandescent fires
Is becoming so familiar, branded in my mask
But slowly it burns away into uncontrollable ire
And the want to tear you apart in lawless grace.
I want to run in the rain
Bellow your name and curse you for all the pain
Because I know I had never done anything to deserve
All the heartache you tortured me with.
All I had ever done, was doing too much.
The less you cared the more I did
Because with you too much is never enough
And the touch of your hand, so rough
Was what my heart asked for only because it was
The only thing that made it beat again.
Some people change
And when you said I was never your age anyway
I can't tell you how much that killed me inside
That night when I told you I loved you,
You just kissed me but never said anything back.
Now behind these walls of regret,
Your shadows still dance from the memories we made
And they beckon to the person and past I left behind
The golden heart that called me silver
And despite it all I don't think I'll forget you, ever.
Behind all the promises I never kept
The words I never said remain poignant to my core wounds
For never once have I said sorry for what I did to us
And never once have you said sorry for what you did to me.
Maybe one day I'll find the bravery but for now my soul dies.
In a graveyard of memories,
You remain one that feels the most alive,
Yet the one that killed me the most.
If I die in hell, I'd still cross the fields of Punishment
To find you though I know I shouldn't.
And maybe in another world you would've stayed mine
But I know that in my deepest pains I'll always come back
To you whenever I try to think of someone I love.
I wish I could hate you for what you did, and I do,
But I think I love you just the more.
My heart won't let me break free
From the hold your chains kept me in.
Made me think it was a mere cold hug
But somehow I always knew within
After you I'd never find me.
From the dark corners of the room
Your beckoning shadows
Still haunt me with a thousand voices.
Love you for being my brightest sun,
Hate you for burning me.
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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...