Coronal DependencyA Poem by Farrah GrahmThis thing that you call love It tears me up inside It fools my heart into thinking I need you And you're necessary for life
But my heart has never thought that way It has always pumped on it s own It could self mend once broken It could make any place a home
Now when it sensed your anger It cowers from my chest It leaps into my throat, spills from my mouth As if it likes the pavement best
Now when your heart is broken Mine will spntaneously combust Whether by me, someone before me As if you're happiness is a must
And when I get to thinking you're leaving My heart ceases to beat Because it can't function in a world without you And I find it hard to eat
This mess that you call love Has frightened my heart, lamed it Made it weak and dependant Damn near chopped and maimed it
I've asked my heart to just give up To be silent when it hears you say Those three words that quicken its pace Becasue anyone can utter them, anyday
And to detach itself from you So it could stand on it's own , thrive For in the event that I can't have you I'd like to stay alive. © 2009 Farrah GrahmReviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 5, 2009 AuthorFarrah GrahmMiledgeville, GAAboutTrying to find me In this heart lies a tomb for memories. In my head is where their spirits go. I spend my life trying to be the one who won't disappoint, but in the past I've made each possible mista.. more..Writing
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