”Some Words Are Being Caked Around My Heart and These Are Those Words”

”Some Words Are Being Caked Around My Heart and These Are Those Words”

KH

 

 

 

 

It hurts
for
 the purpose of
everything sacred;
something
 happened.

 

 

And
 I am sorry
I am breaking lines
 into
 stanzas, it’s just, I am wielding a weapon
I am capable
 of wielding, so don’t worry,
 I am alright, I am
 not going to demolish
 my passion.

 

 

Something interesting happened
and now
 I am observing
 it from afar.

 

 

 Something
happened and I wish to tell you,
 but I can’t,
 something…
something.

 

 

I can’t quite
put my finger on
 what it possibly
could be, something strange
 and yet
 reconciled.

 

 

Does this
intrigue you;
 small passions that come together
to prove
 a point?

 

 

Can it possibly
upset you
enough
to wreck me
down and tear my walls a
 part
 and no,
 I am not alluding
to anyone
when I say this,
and
merely stating the facts
of what it is you’ve done in doing so.

 

Small,
empty,
vast bottles
litter
 the floor; tell me
what it is
 you’re after.

 

 

My sense of vision
 is going blurry,
I’m not sure if I’m
technically sober enough
 to keep going,
and I do agree
 with that; the brightness
is overwhelming.

 

 

Don’t tell me
you don’t know,
 my love,
you don’t; after
 having known me
 so long,
you still don’t
 know me?

 

 

I am
alright,
 and all of this
 is a lie,
 but my heart
 is fine
without
 yours.

 

 

I haven’t
 cried
and all the nights I’ve spent were fine,
 thanks to you,
 who made me realize
that the beauty of living
 wasn’t just to live,
it was to die.

 

 

All the blood
 that I have bled
made no tears
for me
to shed and I don’t care
 if you forget all the words
 that I’ve
said.

 

 

I haven’t caved
 in, haven’t metaphorically ripped off
 all my skin,
 waiting for my life
 to begin,
haven’t done that,
haven’t sinned,
my head
is not dizzy
because I haven’t been
 in a tizzy,
 no, not lately,

 

 

The crowds’ that wait
to participate in aguish
find that if you go against them
 in any way,
 they won’t think twice
 in snatching your face
 away, leaving you bent over,
 doubling, screaming
in pain;
the way you
left me,
 metaphorically.

 

 

And if
you haven’t heard,
I’ve found
another,
kicked myself
 to the dirt,
 I’ve gone
under; someone help me up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Elmarie]

Hi Yet again a wonderful piece. I enjoyed the way it was laid out and the depth of your poem. You just seem to put it so well. I have just recently picked up the pen and have been writing a lot. I love the freedom in your style and I love the ease in which it all seems to work together. Thanks again for inspiring us. Great Talent. :) Blessings El