Delicate
I fancy myself strong
But I am
Tired
Of being strung along
Vulnerable
Emotions easily bleed
Used
Afraid of what I need
Unsure
Of what I am
An unwritten letter
Crumbling
A dead flower
Tumbling
Through deserts' sand
These petals are
Falling
Falling
As you push them back
What's left of me is
Crawling
As you trace this crack
This
Fault line
Running from heart to mind
Fingering my
Pulse
But how quickly you leave my side
And this beating heart is
False
And I am left neither
Dead
or Alive
Damages
Real or my own perception?
You hand me a mirror
But I can't find my
Reflection
.
I ike this poem in its entirety. But I'm partial to the second part. What's left of me is Crawling As you trace this crack This Fault line Running from heart to mind Fingering my Pulse But how quickly you leave my side And this beating heart is False And I am left neither Dead or Alive Damages Real or my own perception? You hand me a mirror But I can't find my Reflection Wonderful work! I like the structure.
So i left a comment before but somehow it erased. I really don't even know how to re-write what I said but know that this poem is definitely one of my favourite ones. Ask me for which specific lines some other time (soooooo mad my former comment erased! ! ! !) and like just seriously awesome job. Love it.
Okay i love this one! ! .....the whole thing entirely, but a line that sticks out to me is Fault line Running from heart to mind okay and Damages Real or my own perception? And I love the ending....this is going to favorites ASAP.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Okay, just thought you should know that I've isolated my favorite part, lol. And to state the obvious: yes, I am your official online stalker. And this beating heart is False And I am left neither Dead or Alive Damages Real or my own perception?