We fear not being loved. Yet in other relationships, love is so hardcore and evident. Why is great love always at the extremes of the spectrum?
the word I
wish whispered most is
I understand why she wanted
To walk away from this world
Why, when death started knocking
She opened the door and let him in.
She was tired of all the moments that her heart broke
She was tired of mustering all her strength to put it back together
She was tired of the endless fear
The chipping away of her plaster encased heart
And the fragile contents within.
When death came knocking
She smiled and opened the door
“I’ve been waiting for you” she said
“Take me, death. I have grown impatient”
What torture this life has been
The never ending strive for better
And tender fingertips
Passionate kisses were never so hard to find ..
A man that would throw her heart around
Was always around the corner
But when morning comes
And the truth invades
She wished that she could not exist
She wished that she could tear through the temporary comfort that softened her fall
She wished she could rip through her own skin
Make herself inside out
Bleed until she slept an endless nap
She wanted to break faces
Hear her echoed screams
Burn a house down to its bones
Why was life so difficult?
Why was happiness a foreign language,
That surfaced so few and far between?
She wanted it all to stop
Her beating heart
And then death came knocking at her door
She smiled her own mischievous smile
And said ..