Brain Dead

Starts out a little cheesy and terrible, sorry, but it gets morbid. =D

 

Brushing my cheek softly,

Caressing every fiber of my being

With your sweet whispers

Holding my hand in yours,

Encompassing it

With a layer of truth and hope.

I don't care for this.

 

Sealing my lips with a slow kiss

Covering my fears with your arms

Looking into my eyes as I look into yours

I realize that this all means nothing.

 

Crying into their shoulders,

Holding them as tight as I can,

Linking arms and skipping around parks,

Being told "it's going to be okay"

It's going to be okay…

 

Because I believe that it's not going to be,

Because I can't see past my own fingers

Where my home stares back at me

And tears pour down my face.

All I can manage to do

Is clutch someone to me,

Cry on their shoulder,

I don't need a lover.

 

I need a blanket thrown over my head

I need a hug.

I need my friends.

But when the words spill from their mouths

Their words of comfort

Stab my heart like some sort of massive butcher knife

That couldn't make more of a mess if it tried.

 

And in my head,

That blood trickles all down my front as my eyes glaze over

I'm numb

My tears mix with the blood and no one can reach me now

I'm in a different place

My head can't take this

My heart can't take this

But still, I have learned

To love my friends, more than I could ever love a lover

 

But then… I suppose that's why.

Why the blood drips from me

Why I stand so helplessly

So hopelessly

Staring at anything and everything

That I can't have

And can never have

My roots are weary.

Author's Note

please help me revise, what do you think of it? >< I wrote it on spur of the moment, so just throw the suggestions at me! =P

Reviews

[Kaye]

*hug*

Oh wow. Now you've made me cry. I'm so sorry! T^T

It was really beautiful. It's so real, so there's a lot of passion in it. I have a personal grudge against the phrase "Every fiber of my being" so I didn't like that one, but it was probably fine where it is.
The only part I'd recommend a major change to is the last line. It doesn't quite tie up the poem, it seems to start a new idea. If you tied back in love somehow to the very last line it might feel more complete.
So beautiful though.

"Just slip me on I'll be your blanket
Wherever-whatever-I'll be your coat "