My soul, ever so wandering, needs for something extreme. I cannot possibly live in the ordinary. It will drive me mad, and quite frankly, I’d rather die than to live a life that is conventional.
Your heart, seemingly broken yet so desperate to be loved
I can feel you
Your goodbyes disguised as pleas for people to stay
I can hear you
You paint yourself blue yet crave for someone to brush you a different hue
I can see you
You believe you smell of hopelessness but your stench gives off desire
I can smell you
Your tongue tastes bitter in your mouth as you speak of love
But I can taste you
I can truly taste you
I was left open
to bleed out.
Hurt and in pain,
pained and in hurt.
Vulnerable to anything around me,
you made your way in.
You infected me,
and it felt like love.
You had gentle hands
and an even gentler soul.
I couldn’t see the knife you hid.
I began to heal.
My cut began to close,
And everything around me
finally felt okay again.
And the moment I got comfortable
You took the hands that once held me close to your heart,
wrapped them around your knife,
and you killed me.
You killed me.