Something RealA Poem by Jessica Gillitzer
Say something real...
Grabbing my shoulders she stares into my eyes What should I divulge, do I tell her I'm just a mess and this is the best of what you'll get I can't avoid her glare as she seeks answers for all the broken pieces that are me She wants truths I've tried to convince myself were dreary lies If I refuse to let the words out I fear she'll find the answers in my teary eyes She won't let me run, there's no escape I panic, the tears begin to pour out... my nightmares begin to take shape Something real? I scream and shake her hands loose I collapse on the floor a pile of quiet screams and sobbing Every bad memory at the forefront burning, searing, and throbbing I grasp at the wooden floors as nightmares come back to life I can't look at her as if all my terror would harm her like a knife... or worse... She'd turn away from all my misery and strife Something real... I lift my eyes to finally meet her gaze "I'm broken, just the pieces of a million memories I'd rather forget"... It's too many "please no don'ts" and "why do I have to live with undeserving regrets?" "If I were stronger I'd have ended all this misery long ago" "Piece by piece they stole my glow" I throw myself to the floor and sob in pantomime It runs through my head again and again how love became a crime Something real is... She wants to love me and comfort me She wants to but I can't let her see all of me Can't help her come to terms with all of me I still can't accept Can't explain to her I'm only alive in concept I don't dare tell her loving me is loving the dead That the only beauty left to me in this world is in my head Can't tell her I'm still alive only because... Nothings real © 2018 Jessica Gillitzer |
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Added on December 23, 2018 Last Updated on December 23, 2018 AuthorJessica GillitzerFLAboutWriting when ever I can. As much as I can. I read and love writing poetry, it is ever so helpful for my issues. I've done photography and got into some modeling here and there for a while, I'm 2.. more..Writing
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