Non-Believer.A Poem by Kia Nuredini
Habits are hard to be broken,
As I sit here and watch my words choke and,
My hands begin to tremble and my heart wants to shatter.
Why is it that I was cursed to have this beating matter?
Have it rest on my sleeve and mock me as I try to sleep.
How is it that I understand the ins and outs of my mind that creeps?
I am surrendering to a force I know will slowly kill me,
Tricking me to think that I will float along peacefully.
In the back of my cracking skull I know,
I know that stomach churning gut feeling is going to grow.
When I let the blood flow in my veins while looking into love
I stand by my own because I know when push comes to shove,
There is no hero to save me then
Only because I let my heart take over my mind again.
Their all the same that in the end they’re not worth s**t.
Addicted to the rush of falling,
Hate pushing love to beckon its angelic calling.
There is no rehab expensive enough to fight my need,
No mental institution that will ever set this free.
No diagnosis to why this drives a person crazy,
Come on now, its Love baby.
So send me to hell fore I am no longer a believer,
Plague me with loneliness and make my body fever.
I don’t ever want to practice a feeling, a word, said so loosely,
If I were Juliet I’d tell Romeo to just take a gun and shoot me.
So here I am with my pulse beating cold,
I have endless love stories to share until I grow old,
On the other hand I’ll tell you something important,
I heart can’t be healed if it was deeply wounded.
© 2012 Kia Nuredini
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