Your stomach churns But your soul yearns For the mere touch Brewing with blush You will never stop Your heart drops No matter how hard you try Even if you fortunately die That love Will haunt thee For eternity You thought you killed That love But it is everlasting It is past The point of return Oh, it burns But you learn to love That love Maybe it is your identity Maybe they are the entity That keeps you going Flowing Maybe they love you No. Hmm… Rejection Possible prevention Could have saved your pride But you decided to dive Hands shiver ***** lingers Salt is sharp The pain is art Yet it is bittersweet That was no easy feat Knife draws Blade calls Clenching your fists It embraces your worst That familiar crimson feeling: That love.
*send help i meant to copy this and cut the whole thing. this is my warning to write it on notes and not directly on the website. i copied it out of a notebook as well and there were adjustments i made on the site so i’m cooked. okay! i’ve done it now and i’m pretty sure i remembered all the edits yayyyy
ANYWAYS //
this poem is about “that love” and how powerful yet painful love can be. i originally wrote this to just pour my soul on the page, so no rhyming or anything. but since i had spare time, i polished it up a bit. also, the moments where it doesn’t rhyme are to show temporary imbalance so it actually wasn’t because of sloppy reasons (hopefully…) PLS ENJOY!!! i’d appreciate feedback as well since no one has commented on my posts yet