Breaking my heart slowly
it is as fragile as ice
why do you treat me like such a lowly
being?
why do I not try and fight?
I can't stop my love
but you can't stop your hate
I need a sign form above
before it is to late
I am battered and broken
I don't think I will ever find my way back
would you give me a token
of your love
or will you attack
shaking in my little corner,
I hold on to some hope.
you find me in my little corner,
then your hands wrap around my throat
I whisper, 'do you still love me',
while your face is contorted in pain hovering above
<3
giving token of love, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It just popped in your head, that sounds a lot some of the poems I write. The emotions are real, thus the story matters not. Still it is hard to explain the way we sometimes feel. I've had people worry about me on multiple occasions over something that I wrote just because of how emotionally raw it was written. They thought I was gonna kill myself or they hurt me in someway, but what they don't seem to understand those emotions come and go all the time and have nothing to do with anyone really. Thanks for sharing the poem.