Impurity

certified Love

every daythroughout 

I sleep in the bed I've made

my comforter is White

but my sheets are stained in Red

oh, I want your Love

that engulfs me

the smoke matches the rest of my White

melting out

into a sparkling red dress

connected to your Heart

verifying the day

we will meet

again- together

in the Garden

and We will know

the Red was justified

we were meant to Come together.

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Starving for closure, choked by the rope of regret

 

laying drenched in hopeless tears, & fear is a blanket over us.

I feel like there is a rope around my stomach,

wrapping around my esophagus,

all the way up into my throat..

it tightens without warning.

 

sometimes I can't remember who I am..

spitting up blood. can't stand...

on my knees, looking up to you.. 

why did you turn & walk away..?

guess I wasn't thinking ahead far enough..

lost love, tough luck.

 

if I had a cut for each time I regret not giving more then I felt I could..

these sheets would be completely stained red.. 

but I guess we all screwed up.

over time, i'll be able to cut the line... 

i'll be able to tie together the ends of these loose knots..

closure will come to me, whether awake or asleep.. 

it will crawl down my throat, & rip out that fucking rope!

 

no more blood, just bile..

the impurities enter & leave as I encounter endless trials..

vortex of hesitation, it never pulls you in, but continues to drain you of all it can..

spinning around in the middle of no where,

no gravity, no constriction..

maybe this is why i'm choking & crying out for oxygen..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.21.13

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