.off of the top of my head.

.off of the top of my head.

A Poem by Britanie

i desired it
lips hang heavy with these lies
where was the truth
i need it
all of the things you forgot
your words of trying explanations
are wrapped up in excuse(s)
i have held it closer;
our hearts.
i am keeping it warmer;
our passion.
the fire has burned
it's way through my veins
these images have putrefied
i am ready to empty the empty-ness
that has taken up my stomach
there is a deep hole
where not even your perfect smile
can fill with promises
they will all fade
with our words
scarcely deceiving us
with prose
now there is
only resetting our heart buttons
i'll press mine with fierce intention
to beat this misconception
that in love there is no suppressing
love is suppression.
i thought i could beat you
because i have you
under my, skin
out of my, control
i can say so much
you can say nothing at all
did you notice all of the beauty
i pointed out in front of you
your eyes stay closed to surprises
i wait for letters full of passion
pretty boxes made from your hands
imprinted with a promise to always
keep me safe inside.
all of these feelings
are too open for the world.
i was beautiful
before this
i was ugly
before this
i knew pain
before this
i knew pleasure
before this
i desire passion
all of this
where is it?
i'm not finding it
in this skin,
over done and under sunned
i can touch the red, now pink,
scars
on my flesh
and recall
that it was all
too much.

© 2018 Britanie


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Wow simply wow, I truly loved this poem you wrote. You have a talent.

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