And I Am Left Alone in the Dark

And I Am Left Alone in the Dark

A Poem by HushChild
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Keep me safe. Keep me strong. Just keep me alive.

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And now, I am left alone in the dark
With three billion pieces if shrapnel in my heavy heart.
I cry silently
As I write poetry
To keep my fingers and hands busy
I never want to awake from this bed
Just your lips on my heavy head
As my shining crimson dulls
You make me feel less like an empty hull
Like a caccoon
I hold like that could easily be snuffed out by you
I am a caccoon
My heart is a butterfly that has yet to bloom
But my shell is ugly and keeps me from being hurt
It is my pedestal that keeps me away from the dirt
But you, you are my lover
And the trust I give you is the height in which my heart hovers
And I am afraid of falling yet I give you infanant trust
And I stay awake until 2-3-4 in the morning praying it's more than lust
But you give flight to my stone airplane heart
The very second before our lips part
And as I sit at the creek bed
I hope your shoulder will support my spinning head
But as I lean to kiss you I remember you're not there
That you're two hours away and cannot stroke my black hair
But I still know you keep the monsters away
And if you could you'd keep my tears at bay
And when I'm lost you'll be my north star
Leading me home to kiss my battle scars
I know you'd melt every razor if you could
Use them all to craft a faux woods
So we can play hide and seek
And when I found you or you found me
Your arms would lift my spirits and your sweet kiss would cover my tear stained cheek

© 2012 HushChild


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Aaaaaaaaah I love this its really good Rach really. Great Job! :)

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Added on July 9, 2012
Last Updated on July 9, 2012
Tags: Love, confusion, self harm

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HushChild
HushChild

Wonderland, GA



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I have been on the razors edge far too many times before. I have fallen in and out of love far too many times. I have written and wasted far too many poems. more..

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