Untitled No. 13

My heart is held together with a thread

made of two parts lies and

one part hollowness 

because I have become 

more pain and less numb. 

And becoming numb isn't the goal. 

With pain, I will stay up late 

washing away in my tears,

wasting away in my years.

I will become brittle and flammable

like dry grass in August

when the sun is at it's highest. 

My nights will be filled writing poems

for people who won't give me a

second glance and 

kissing alcohol instead of men

kissing alcohol and inhaling cigarette smoke.

But I will be alive.

I will take the pain and struggle

over the immunity and numbness

because even if everything

I felt was bad

hell

at least I felt something. 

At least, for however brief a time, 

I was fully immersed in life.

(M.S.)

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Believe it or not, Pain keeps us alive. I liked this it has a nice message to it.

[PoetryPenPal]

This poem is amazing! I really liked the beginning and how the end wrapped it up beautifully. I also really enjoyed the lines,"Kissing alcohol instead of men, Kissing alcohol and inhaling cigarette smoke." I was a very powerful poem.

[Maddi Snowden]

Thank you very much! I appreciate it (:

[PoetryPenPal]

Your welcome!