Won’t you whisper in my ear?
Let me know you can envision my stress
Let it embrace you, control you, feel your body with its smooth, soft hands.
Isn’t it peaceful?
Won’t you hold my hands?
Stare deep behind my eyes
Let me know what you see
Love every inch of my scared beauty
Won’t you hold me?
Turn the key and lock me away... just for you
Allow my mind, body and heart to melt around you
To let the shackles hit the ground in trauma and precision... listen to my freedom, whisper it so
Won’t you love me?
I may be cold, hurt and broken
But... it’s just what I need to see through my haunting past, my trembles, my tears, my pain
Won’t you love me?
My brain is a supernova, blasting light from my pupils, cupping your sensitive touch.
Entwine it’s beauty like delicate hair
Let the bullets that fire out of my mouth, heal your imminent mess
Your blood stained wrists tell a troublesome, yet alluring narrative.
Are you ready to listen?
Cat scratches become wolf bites
Rose liquid becomes a blushing bride
Open up and allow it to become me
Let me be the causation, the clean up and your innocence
How do you feel about that?
Glueing a sheet of glass seems impossible doesn’t it?
But even after years, it will only leave cracks, visible to the outside world
Now imagine that, but a human mind
A delicate, convoluted wonder
One event, phrase, or memory can change the entire chemistry of this wonder into a bloody mess
A slight breeze in rationality can blow away and shatter a single, simple thought
After years of being a worthless piece of broken glass and I’m ready to embrace it, love it, but switch it
I want a high functioning wonder that puppets my thoughts into unspeakable actions with worn out strings.
I’m going to slash open by wonder
Watch the events that spew out like a child watching a horror film
Let it destroy me
Sit with me and watch
Maybe you’ll learn why I am like this
Maybe you’ll love it
Maybe you’ll love me
Are you ready to drown in my complexity?
I’m asking because I’m ready to move on
I’m ready to live my life with you by my side, holding my hand, where there’s no more blood, or tears to stain your wrists anymore
My glass mind may never be perfect, but I want to look back at the pieces in pride
Won’t you join me?
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
