Crucified Love

My love is hanging up

Covered in disgrace, blood and tears

Maybe I was wrong

I cannot tell why

Still, I must accept it

Call me a sinner

Bind my hands, my legs 

To the cross of sorrow

Call for the town to gather

And watch you commit your crime

Let my soul slip slowly, painfully

Out of the tips of my toes

For they were the first to feel

The warm ground of your lies

Allow your name to depart from my lips

Just as they start turning blue

I promise I’ll make it sound happy

For you loved me �"only- when I smiled

Let me confess something,

It was a burden, you have no idea

For a mere broken soul like mine

To carry weights of pretence

And carve a stupid smile every time

With sharp knives of loneliness

Then hide the bruises under cheap make-up

I’m sorry, does it disappoint you?

Wait until you hear the rest

My gardens of secrets, my voice

they have died since you stopped watering them

The red roses on my face that you tickled with your words

 They fainted, and my cheeks are now deserted lands

I am so sorry you had to hear this

You are a fragile sentimental being

And I, with my endless shames and my childish tears

My too demanding love, aggressively demanding

Standing here, bothering your comfortable life,

need you to know I am remorseful

I need you to know I would’ve knocked on your doors

If only there were ones,

That I would’ve never intruded your glorious solitude

Here, those are my last words

You’ve been most kind to allow me to speak

Shower yourself with roses and loves

-Ones you would judge as true, unlike mine-

To take away the filthy smell of my sins

You can do it, now, I'm ready

You know I'd feel this way until you kill it

Won't you kill it...

Reviews

[David Scott]

There is a sense of innocence melded with a confession of guilty conscience. A sort of questioning why while giving permission...
Our emotions are like this. Our rational thoughts often contradict our own minds.
A crucifixion is a punishment of embellished pain; gratuitous torched...
There is also the parallel of Christ being the sacrifice for others to have life...
The poetry did cry out to me to find pity... Not in a bad way, but in a way to a knowledge another's suffering and a loss of in innocence.
These are the thoughts your words catalyze within my mind.
Interesting and powerful post.

[Mélania Woolf]

Firstly, thank you so much for passing by and taking time to read and comment!
I am so happy to hear you could see what I was trying to say, and explain it beautifully! I often fear not making my point clear since English is my third language).
It's muchly appreciated.

[Dayran]

We could have always done more ... certainly as a possibility most things are true. But we do need to climb down from the heights of possibilities and dwell in the orchards of its fruits. A poem that sings with the voice of the soul.

[Mélania Woolf]

The voice of a broken soul.
That's us, humans, always trying and holding on to the past. read moreThe voice of a broken soul.
That's us, humans, always trying and holding on to the past.
Thank you for your kind comment!

[Donicca Dona L]

This is so beautiful and touching.... Ohh inside I'm screaming" oh please don't kill my hope" call me a sinner for loving you still and even for believing all of your lies one more last time with you. Let me die than in your arms what a sweet death that would be.... I can find myself in this one.

[Mélania Woolf]

It's a true suffering! You just cannot move on and let go of it as if nothing happened but keep on trying, finding a way, maybe, to have what you lost, despite the fact you did NOTHING wrong and gave it your all.