Take Me Home (Original Poems)

Heart's Scars - Poem 83

As I stand here, hands full of rose petals that have crumbled,

The petals of the first flower I received from you.

With a heart that I can't even use anymore,

Cracked and pieces missing.

Trying to fill my senses with smoke,

Beginning to let the smoke suffocate me,

Just so I can forget your smell.

Trying to cloud my mind with alcohol,

Just to get your smile off my brain,

Just so I can be empty of your love.

I let these things bury me in all the misfortune,

Halusionashions fog my vision.

The wounds that you had healed,

Becoming white scars.

I will have these scars until the day I die,

But as I walk through the door,

The scars must have just been scabbed.

As I reach for the door handle my hand shakes wildly,

Letting the tears flow from my eyes to the flood.

Of course, I still love you,

But the smoke isn't enough to block you from my memory.