Silenced Heart

Silenced Heart

A Poem by Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen

My heart has always had

Something to say,

Something worth telling

Though wrapped in a cacoon of cliches.

 

It whispers silently in the dark

As nothing will let it speak.

Trying to find the words to make sense

Of everything I've been feeling.

 

A broken damaged past,

That seems to only repeat itself

Like some Groundhog Day movie

And I can't escape it.

 

Walking on the same broken shards

Waiting for someone to tell me

I've been sick for all this time

Putting back all the missing pieces.

 

Why must you find the pleasure

In beating me senseless?

Not in physical sense,

But it feels just the same.

 

Would you feel any better?

Watching me while I bleed

Trying to hold what's left of me,

But how much more can I bleed?

 

 

 

 


© 2011 Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen



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I used to think that having to love yourself before you could love someone else is just something people say in order to try and make people more self confident, but I was wrong - true love can't exist as long as you put yourself down, mainly because you'll never let yourself feel as an equal in the relationship, which means you'll either idolize your partner or just expect him to support you and carry you through your joint lives, which won't stand.

Relationships are a codependency, and in order for it to last one needs to know how to give and how to receive, to support and be supported, to love and be loved. Isn't that what it's all about?

Nice write though. :)

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Beautifully Tragic xPoetry Queen
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Passionate kisses of a mind gone wild, NJ



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My name is Rayne and I have been writing since high school. I took a long vacation from writing, and slowly starting to come back into it again. I admit that I am not the greatest writer, I'm just doi.. more..

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