carving its way deeper & deeper
into my flesh,
twisting & gnarling--
making me beg for my life.
This something happens to be the
memory of you & I--
Something that all I can do is hope
that it will twist itself
free of my heart one day.
This knife of yours is no smooth blade,
it is serrated with all sorts of issues
that pull away pieces of my heart
as you draw it further & further
away.
Each tugging memory something specifically
precious to me--
fading like my vision as my
body continues to bleed.
First the spark of your skin's electricity,
then your body next to me,
Your lips on mine,
& the way your eyes used to
shine.
Your smile though--
it rips my heart out of my chest.
And suddenly,
I feel alive.
His eyes set my lungs back to breathing--
& my tagalong heart finds its way
back between my collar-
bones.
Suddenly,
I'm okay.
My heart still shattered inside of me,
but there's someone new beside me--
picking up the pieces, & cherishing me.
You were right.
You don't deserve me.
I will always love you,
you are the scar that brings me beauty.
Samantha Weldon
3:08pm
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