Love's a Tricky B***hA Poem by CoraI started writing this one day I couldn't get out of bed. I believe many people can relate to this feeling for an innumerable amount of reasons. This is for those people. After writing this, I got upLove hurts like a b***h It pushes you down and right as you stand back up it knocks the wind out of you It stings like wasps, much more than just a scratch or itch Right when you can finally breathe, it suffocates you till you turn blue Its’ embrace is liberating It shines like the sun warming all your ugly to make it beautiful Like a flower it requires watering But too much water and it can be brutal Love swallows you whole Like a drug packed into a pill But then time takes its toll It chews you back up and spits you out just for the thrill Love looks like my father and mother Holding my hand Helping me stay afloat until I reach land Love is a truthful friend But too much honesty Prodded by curiosity Mixed with animosity Followed by ferocity And there aren’t enough tissues in the world a person could lend To fill the holes Heal the scars Comfort the soles And break down the bars That we build of steel to lock us in To hide our fears Hoping to not let our enemies win When we’ve had one too many beers This goes out to all the shattered hearts That were for the first time vulnerable But after couldn’t find all the parts In the result of someone turning intolerable Love? Yeah she can be a real f****r But we all search for her desperately As if we like the pain of being thrown in the gutter It’s all worth it allegedly My heart would feel even the slightest tickle from a feather Something once so concrete is now severed What happened to those promises of forever? For the first time you enjoyed it, so when he tells you he loves you: you believe Silly little girl For wishful thinking, you could be queen of the world Now all you can hear him say is: Leave The resent grows You reach new lows He’s the only one who knows You can still smell him on your clothes But you know your words no longer have weight; they will only be disposed You’re not good at goodbyes Before you always stood alone Again you must wear the disguise And put down the phone Your own heart is the only place you should call a home But so is your head Maybe it’s just time to go to bed And let the passive aggressive comebacks be left unsaid The book of spite is better left un-read I’m not sure I even know what to say I don’t know the answer And my dad has cancer But our lives are not made of clay Sometimes your uncle dies Your mother pries Your anxiety flies Your Best Friend lies And your sister cries So yeah f**k Karma Maybe loves the real b***h They say we all need to find our inner dharma But maybe were not all that rich Not as in money But as in fortune Some of our brains aren’t made of bread and honey Were wired differently and are more prone to doom But its only because we dream so much we wont accept anything less than landing on the moon And Soon Your Grandma promises It will all be okay One moment you’re running 13.1 miles And with one blink you don’t know if you’ll get out of bed today But there is still hope I know I’m not the goddamn pope And thank god because my tongue would be covered in soap For the deranged The dreamers The estranged And the cleaners Of our own messes we call our thoughts Interpreted wrongly and they could be considered plots To solve world hunger Or stop global warming Pieces of paper thrown in a dumpster Scribbled all over in deep ideas at age 9, I was considered too young to be forming Words strewn together And emotions running high When it rains, it pours is the forecast for the weather So stop listening to the voices" for they only lie I care too much Tossing and turning Calves clenched and incessant yearning But I will never let these obstacles be a crutch We will accomplish Those who are extraordinary and extreme They don’t write stories about those who only fish For the ordinary and the clean We’ll always have to try harder To reach our goals or get through the day We may even have to barter Just to get equal pay But when Love finally comes to stay It won’t simply simmer It will light our worlds a blaze And make the darkness we fear seem dimmer So please do not despair There is a reason we unrelentingly care And most of all it’s a gift we will learn to balance and share The tricky b***h, Love; hardly ever looks like a painting But work hard enough And we’ll have em’ all fainting © 2014 CoraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorCoraAboutI'm pretty new to poetry. Advice and comments are appreciated- but keep in mind I'm a total rookie. Thanks for reading! more..Writing
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