Broken In Half Poem by Kelsea Osterman
Broken In Half
You left me here all alone.
alone in this cruel world.
You told me you loved me
and that we would forever be together,
but here I am holding the knife to
my wrist waiting to get the courage to dig
it into the skin that you once held.
You kissed the same skin that is
now dripping with the blood that
flows through the heart that you broke.
The heart that will never be full again.
The heart that once loved you.
You destroyed the person who
loved you so much that she
would die for you.
But as the red blood flows down
my arm I see you really didn't love me.
I see that I never meant a thing to you.
That as the blood slowly flows
from my body you could care less about me.
I loved you and I am now going to die
because I loved you.
I can no longer see what
I really want in life.
The feelings that i had for you are now lessing.
as the world begings to fade,
I wish I could say goodbye
and tell you i fucking hate you.
I hate that you drove me to kill myself.
I hate that you really dont care at all that I loved you.
But with the last bit of my strenght
I would tell you I still love you.
This was a very strong write... although I'm not one to judge; however you write poetry, is however you write. And the main reason why I like this poem, is how well I can relate to it. I've suffered, and still am, suffering from an unforgiving relationship... and I can tell that the same has happened to you. Recovery is difficult, but believe me, it's better off if you just move on. There's a lot of better people out there... something you thoroughly deserve C; . Thanks for the read.
I really liked this. It was intense and held great strength in each word that was said. I understand how you feel and how you can still love him after all that. The pain you wrote this with oozes with the love at the same time. A wonderful mix of emotions :) p.s soon you will learn to forget about this though i wont lie, it may never be completely erased. Thats just how life is: /
Very blunt and conscious of its visual effect. Pain and angst of broken heart, oddly written sentences but strong none the less.
Please don't do it... I will kiss the same skin and swear on this blood that pumps through my heart that there will not be another reason why you will not dropp that knife; I admit, it is I that is crule, please don't blame this World - it was made without fault. That is what I call, 'A touch on the core of passion'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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