It's happening. All over again.
Repeating, repeating itself.
You weren't satisfied with
one bro
-ken heart.
So now you're out for mine.
And I'm falling, falling
Hard.
And when I smash into rock bottom
Damn it's going to hurt.
But I'm still falling
Falling
falling
falling
Waiting for that loud
Thud.
Waiting for that burst of
Pain.
To knock me back into my senses.
The senses numbed by
your cold actions
That still spark warmth within me...
Because truth and love?
They don't come together.
No. Not this 'love'.
It's like the South pole
and the North pole.
Far
Far
apart
But each as cold as the other.
Freezing.
Numb.
Despicable.
(I hate it.)
I saw what you did to her,
you know.
Saw you toy with her
Wrapped around your little finger
Smile, laugh, joke,
XOXO, hug, kiss, cuddle
Trapped.
Slave to you.
No way out.
Because then all she wanted,
Needed was you.
Crawling to you like you're
water in a desert
Cool liquid to spark survival
When you really were the
hot, ball of flames
High up in the sky
Burning her, killing her
Playing her, breaking her,
While staying oh so
Far
Far
Away.
Distance from both hearts
Like that of truth and love.
Well, that 'love'.
But what does it matter?
What if I know all this?
because it doesn't mean anything.
You've already got me hooked.
But you don't need to pull me in.
Because I'm already falling,
falling,
falling,
falling,
Thud.
B ro ke n.
And I see your silhouette,
strolling calmly away
from the scattered pieces.
Pain.
Please give feedback. Thanks much.
O.O
ReplyDeleteBlogger just deleted by whole comment. *sighs* Guess I'll just have to write it out again then. Oh well. Here we go again...
Heh. Emo poetry indeed.
Sorry about not commenting on here for ages - been busy (still am, but yeah...). Meh. But anyways, this is pretty good.
One thing I like about poetry is how you can use fewer words but they give a greater impact compared to prose, and your poem does this, what with the enjambment that gives emphasis to certain words so that feeling of pain and heartbreak is truly felt, and the overall shape of the poem, especially the "falling, falling, falling". I thought that was really effective because I literally "saw" what was happening. Um...and...oh yeah, and the placing of the cold and then heat in the next stanza, two extremes,worked really well. The overall effect of imagery was pretty good as well.
Meh. My original comment was much longer. *shrugs* But this will have to do.
Anyways, awesome.
I've already told you I like this but I've yet to tell you I once wrote something with similar undertones albeit a little darker, haha. I'll show it to you some time.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Les
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