The piece breaking of fabric chills me;
I don't want to blame you for my mistakes & I want you.
Short; it appears to me I finally found it;
the so lost & the vastly regained.
You wrap me into a perfect cocoon of none disgust; & I breathe you.
You breathe me.
These voices; they drown me so deeply into frightening havens
where life seems meaningful yet it lacks of adventure;
Where am I leading? Why am I following?
Hands are slipping cold against baroness stares.
bone white walls insult me; I know you deserve me
just as much as I need you right now;
I don't want to blame you for my mistakes;
I don't want you to see me as I am; not yet.
There's a thirst in me that needs to be quenched;
I'm sorry; Three cheers for revenge.
the aftermath fits me much better;
I'll lay by your side if you end up by mine.
I know what I want, I know what I need & that's you; perfect.
& i recall my own shoes walking down those scary zones
where trees fall from the sky & snow covers my knees.
Where am I? i would ask the wind
to which reply would be a silent wail of someone's pain.
Help. I would ask nicely as survival instinct requires;
Why am I sinking in pools of deep ends?
Unsaid. That's where I wanted to remain.
Unseen. Unheard.Unwanted. Just as before.
You changed me. You breathe me.
I am seen, heard, said and loved.
Why do my knees shake at the thought of us forever?
Author notes
*sighs* i have philophobia.... & i hate feeling actually loved, missed and wanted...
I'm scared I'll break his heart...
Comments
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Beautiful. Breath-taking.
Gosh. Mike is right. This is an amazing piece, like all of your pieces are. It's so overloaded with emotion, so complex, so genuine, so like life... Mmm... It really is a great piece.

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I like your poetry alot. It has been quite some time since I have seen post a poem. I am always struck at how much emotion you poor into your work.
Mike




