Bleed it Black

A poem I wrote when I was sad over someone I thought loved me back. (Please ignore any spelling or grammatic errors) NOTE: this is a fictional poem. As in, not true. As in, its just enfluenced by my emotion, not actual happenings.

Bleed it black,

Bleed it back,

till there is nothing left

No hurt, Not anymore, and never again.

 

Laugh it up, at my expense

Feel my pain

I smile back

And slash my wrists

 

I sit here now,

spinning my tale,

of love and betrayal

of lust and rage

 

You ask whats wrong

I dont have the words

One summer past,

and Im broken now.

 

Like a bird, injured

All I can do is lament what could have been

the best way I can

Using a pen and the tears that fall

 

I spin my story

I cry out to you

but no one answers; defeaned by

all the lies

 

I see your face

in my minds eye

and I sit here and I weep and cry

knowing that it might be the last time.

 

But all the words in the world

cannot hold the adoration I feel toward you

because when I try and speak,

my mouth cannot form the words

 

Those three, little, simple words

My heart to afraid to be brusied

by the devastating let down.

again.

 

So I sit here

And bleed it out black

And realize that all the pages in the world

cannot beg you enough to stay

 

But knowing Im not enough

of a reason tp make you stay,

makes me see,

just how cruel love can be.

 

Love is a wicked temptress

If I ever met own.

She plays with your heart,

and laughs when It breaks.

 

How she makes it so

I cannot live without you

just in time

to take you away

 

And once upon a Dream

I may have belived

that you and I could be

But now I know

 

As I bleed it out,

as each speack of blood

stains the page,

That we could never, truly be

 

Each drop of blood

I realse form my skin

Looks like the same broken heart

and the same agonized face.

 

And once uopn a dream

I wondered if what we had

was make believe

Lies upon lies upon good intensions

 

But now you're

going, going, gone

and I won let go

not completely

 

Untill the day comes

that you can look me in the eyes

and say:

"I really just dont care anymore."

 

And now my story is done

and my lament is coming to a close

So Ill leave you with this, my love:

 

When the day comes that you're gone away from this place, and you're in your room, late at night, and you can't sleepbecause you are questioning everything

and you can't get me out of your head,

yet you can't think of me becasue when you do,

you are torn between weeping with sorrow and crying out with joy,

Know that that is how I feel, always & forever, about you.

Know that that is the truth of love and the lovers of the world,

and every loving thing; it will always be a double edged balde,

waiting to cut you and bleed you black.

♥

 

 

Reviews

[octane143]

Omg this is amazing! The pain, anguish, misery is dripping in every word. The imagery and flow is wonderful!

Untill the day comes

that you can look me in the eyes

and say:

"I really just dont care anymore."



Sometimes we just never get that closure that we so desperately need. This is where I am right now. The ending though is beautiful. Not vindivctibve or angry, just very plainly put that it will happen. You aren't being spiteful, just stating a fact. What goes around comes around and may you recieve X1000 what you gave.