He sent through a poem
Better than I could ever write
About smiles and kisses
Butterflies and wings
Peace and dreams
Flying me to lands of love
The words I hungered to hear
The words I ached to feel
And then I saw
The lines were old
They were written not
For me, they were presented
Second-hand
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Waiting
For a payoff that will never happen
For the jackpot that will never strike
For the love that will never be felt
For the friendship to be whole
When it is, and was always
Splintered
A kinder option
Would simply be
To pluck my heart
Right out my chest
Dice with a knife
Leaving a pool of
Warm gushing red
It will hurt far less
I ate of the forbidden fruit
Since then I ache for more
I pay the price both day and night
And now I understand
I put my finger to the flame
It burnt, I burnt, I pain
My skin is raw
Red melting flesh
It never goes away
Perhaps in time my wounds will heal
Til then
I breathe, I hurt, I pray
One by one
My feel-good band-aids
Have all fallen away
Leaving my wounds
Exposed to the open air
I sold myself
For moments of temporal joy
Pleasure was my gain
Only then
To languish in my pain
Today I felt pain
A trigger of hurt
Cutting through my heart
My eyes welled up
The tears began to form
So I closed my eyes
And encouraged myself –
I am alive and
So I feel.
Good, sad, happy, bad.
And I am loved.
My open wound
Has sealed
The pain inside
Has healed
The scars
Remain
But I’m still
Sane
And you can’t hurt me
Anymore
A raw nerve exposed
Blasted pain right to my core;
Agony torments
My fingers painted
Poetry with blood dripping
From my bleeding heart
Poems and Petals 