Endless Lover Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I'm trying to fill the cracks with happiness,
The more I do, the more I feel healing is endless.
An endless process.

Am I asking things of you?
Things which should naturally come through?

I am standing in the dark,
Yet my love shines and I see my bleeding heart.

I'm breaking,
With every step, I am shattering.

There's no saviour to replace.
Such redemption is a disgrace.

Something so true,
So strong.
Shouldn't be this wrong.

My vocabulary has been dispersed.
These poems flourish the intellect which is now cursed.

Such feelings are a predicament,
To the innocent.