i can feel your scars under the sheets.
they expel warmth, but keep their origins deep inside.
if i caress your skin too close, will it spill blood and truths untold?
would it hurt the fabric of your soul, if i unravelled all your covered tales?
i fear they would entrap me and feed off the sorrow of my sins.
growing in strength, sadness and the marvels of my pain.
as it rips and tears me apart, and you idly sit by wondering why.
my own self destructive insecurities will hold me to a path, letting go the troubles of my past.
if there’s a light inside me, will it succumb?
do i have a chance to redeem my soul, from my damning curiosity?
i hope that sooner than later, i’ll be free from its grips of serenity.
unless you can recall the creature and keep it inside away from my prying hands.
i never did it to cause you pain, but if i told you – would it really change anything?
we slept in your living room,
the night lights from outside kept us awake.
the smell of your toxic perfume
broke into my head, this was a mistake.
yet that’s how i first loved.
my heart was beating hard,
love like this shakes inside.
then i cut my vein,
blood-shot extruding love.
but what do i deserve.
when i go away,
it wont be from fear.
call it an escape from myself.
i’ll tell you the secrets of the times i got away.
i’m sure you’ve heard it all before.
do you have the time today?
though i doubt that you truly care anymore…
we always ran through the snow. looking for excuses to enjoy the cold weather. casting off daily worries and lingering troubles. to let our skin raise in the cold.
sliding on patches of ice glazed pavement. cracking icicles off of dangling tree branches. gazing off into the forested escarpment with a blinding glow. recollecting the loss of seasons past.
the blizzard when we shared truths. the nights our frustrations were hazed by flurries in front of our eyes. your father and I shoveled out the driveway. when i left to never return in the morning.
having hate in our hearts,
leaves little else to reside.
anger fills our thoughts,
positivity escapes us.
surrounded by negativity,
how are we supposed to be positive.
will our faith prevail,
or do we succumb to humanity.
will we ask for help,
or continue on,