TEARS
Warm salty wet sorrow
Drips down
Down down
Catch it before it falls
Falls falls
False words
False feelings
Feeling false
Words false
Gone
Gone…
Broken Skin
I have endured many skewers to the heart
Violent words
Fist to skin
Kisses to another
Contempt
And felt I deserved it
For some wrongs I must have caused.
Beautiful words
Holding hands
Looking into each other eyes
Interest
And I wonder when it will end.
I start to see myself in his eyes
The bad
The good
And it’s easier to see the bad…
The broken heart can endure more pain
But the healed heart crumples deeper.
And then I feel numb.
I will not let the walls fall again
Let myself think love exists.
To you
When your hard words hit me
I feel the sting – as intended –
I kept my own case of words
to shield that pain;
now I keep those words
as weapons, to fling
before you can sting.
I no longer feel your hate
as my guard is up and I
too am getting to your level.
When did you start to hate me
when did you start to love me
did either happen?
Did I dream your lies with you?
Did I let myself down
by staying by
for
with
you?
Did I let you down
by
being me?
Author: Kris Kaila
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Author Bio: Kris Kaila is an aspiring writer and an avid reader. When not reading or writing she can be found posting reviews on Goodreads or My Novelesque Life blog.
Link to social media and website: Instagram @my_novelesque_life | https://mynovelesquelife.wordpress.com
