Whipped Of My Skin Poem by Kristinahh KIMBER

Whipped Of My Skin



His soft lips laughing
mocking me as he leaves
smiling which is why it hurts.
it hurts to want everything, but nothing
most of all if hurts to know he is still alive
when im dying

He breaths i can feel it
i always feel it.
warm chilling air turned cold from the bitterness
bitterness that does sease
its bitter because it hurts
and it hurts because i know im dying

His feet always moved so fast
away from me when i wanted him to stay
why now do they move slow?
as if they want me to cry some more
those bitter chilling tears
as the pain and hurt freeze them as i die

his eyes, his bright blue eyes
make me feel as i am awake even when im sleeping
now they look cold
frozen with relief of saying goodbye
why does those words kill me
as the bitterness of me dying hurts

my heart has stopped, it doesnt beat
for it knows it willl just send pain through that body
his, i feel it beat its help within my lips
when i say i love you
and he says, you gave me what i wanted
i still ask if he believed me
for it hurts to feel bitter

no ones knows how to conquer death
but figuring out how to conquer a dying heart
can only be step number 1
and the second, to relize the only way to live for love
is to die trying.

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