It's breaking
Finally
Crackling sounds
Echoing from deep within
Announcing its passing.
Strangling me
My eyes red of force and pain and tears
But without doubts or fears.
Because I know
Now I know what it's like
To howl your heart at the moon
To break nails against cold mortar;
To lose yourself
Thinning into transparent
Naked shining
In the pale moon light.
It's dark
It's moving
It's coming
It's mine.
I'm hugging it - my ugliness.
So familiar, so dear
And yet I'm ripping it away
Petal after petal
Of love me, love me nots.
Because I know
I already know
While hurting, I hurt you
...
Forgive me.
YOU ARE READING
When angels fall
PoetryA book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness
