I found you
between each word
My fingers trembling
As I scrawled across each syllable
Every ounce of raw form
Hidden beneath the page
Stirring bones that slept
My eyes shed salt stains
Down cheeks untouched
Lips not kissed
All the fears
To be read
Through skipped lines
Of all the words
Your heart bleeds
Your mouth does not speak
For fear of losing
Of a masterpiece”
– I am your shelter
Can you forgive yourself
For falling for someone like me?
A chaotic mess
A mistake taken too lightly
Born on lust and forget
Taking you back to a time
Before we were just you and me?
Does my name leave your lips
When you to confess to the moon
Wish on dying stars…
Where we are together
The world to cold to carry us here
Choices that made us who we are?
Two separate souls
Living different lives
In denial of all our lies
Made a choice to hold on
To the very best parts of you
Your heart, your love … Our ink
One day the words will flow
Like our open hearts
Ready to love
Without any missing parts
The ink will remain
A reminder of when we were living in the same
My ink is nothing more than words on paper…
They are nothing more than tear streaked smudges across lines
Ink written in blood from thoughts
I care not to speak
But to put to bed
Resting on lips
Sleeping on paper
Raw and Naked
Except when my heart burst
Onto this canvas
Painting a picture
Of who I am
Not who you want me to be…
I.The broken always find the hopeless
Their whispers can be heard on the drifting winter winds
A song to sing to hollow bones
That draw them in.
II. Wretched souls unbound, twisting in their own plight
Chasing shadows in the morning light
Holding hands with ghost
Letting go of who you love the most.
IIi. Digging graves with bare hands
Placing dirt on boxes that hold the past
Saying goodbye with a handful of ash and sand.
IV. Tears sweep cheeks on missed kisses, chapped lips and winters reason
Hands fisted at this unfair life
In darkness , there is always light
V.Time is infinite, yet there is never enough
I will keep you locked away in the cage of my ribs
Take my heart as you leave
So you always have a piece of me
VI. There is a shovel beside my bed
It holds the ability to move earth
Free you from your past
Take away the shadows
Where promises actually last
I cannot imagine what you think of me as my pulse meets the paper and the ink spills across the moonlight.
I waged a war with false promises and wrote every letter down . Trying to cope , bathing in moonlight and staining my skin in mistakes.
I’m a private person , or maybe I am just too week, where papers holds my strength and my pen is my hallelujah .
I write from a internal beckoning, a raw and emotional grave. Where my spilled tears are mopped up with whiskey and my heart never gives up on anyone but me.
There a tree of bones out front my door , where skeletons hang and ghost gather to call out my name.
Yet I am not afraid to still stand on bending knees and bring my troubles to the sky.
Call me hopeful or call me home, I never truly found my place here. I built my life around those I refuse to call hopeless.
Picking up the bibles and shattering windows as I step into the light. My heart is dark but I promise you my intentions are pure .
So as you fall into my words and believe that my words are to sharp for brittle edges, they were forged in steel and promises , and my mouth still draws the words I love you.
One day the sun will be at my back and the warmth with rekindle sparks in a dying heart. I will never turn back so I am blinded by the light… For my future may hold some darkness but I have never said no to a fight~