My heart is full
A spring, overflowing
Bottomless
Clear
Leaking
Spilling warmth
Sugared, scalding
I soak inside, my frigid skin thawing
A soft fog, boiling into absence
My mind is full
A puddle, quivering
Grimy
Stagnant
Alluring
Slick with excuses
Sediment, not sentiment
It reflects a face I don’t recognize,
or maybe I never smiled like that
You hover, too close
I crave the absence of touch
Vines curl inside me, whispering comfort
Splitting ribs to sow affection
The poison of exposure
Burns my skin
I erupt
I scream and claw at my blistered skin
Begging the burn to erase me
Racing blindly,
I chase collapse
There
Water
Diving headlong,
I don’t look
The water cradles me
Sharply
It beckoned,
but it was wearing Death’s robes
Hope
never pierced
like this
I fold into silence
Relief?
No.
Rupture.
I mistook surface tension for depth.
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Author:
Berniece (
Offline) - Published: August 2nd, 2025 00:30
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Vividly worded this poem paints its picture in poetic words. Nicely done
A sense of being blinded by what they thought was love, rushing head long in, only to then realise it was not. The hurt and pain that has followed, nicely expressed and written
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