Heart On Thorns

Its about the irony of a heartbreak that instead of being painful,is a source of relief to the party being dumped:-)

I know why you came,
hush! don't say a word.
I see it in your eyes,
I feel it when I call your name...
I know you tell yourself
you'll be fine
I know you'll say 'it's for the best'
I know you'll say you love me,but
you have to go..
then you'll expect me to stare,to
bleed,
to beg
to clasp your hand as you leave,
and drop a tear by your sleeve...
BUT;
You don't know how anaemic I am
all the bleeding;
my heart was barbed in thorns,
seeking redemption
I was hallucinating of freedom,
swimming to the surface
trying to get some breath,
ready to walk the light
get charred like a vampire...
I was staring at freedom
everytime we spoke..
but I kept chaining myself
saying 'not today'
thinking of your sanity..
your feelings
that you said I hurt....
today my blood clots
and your heart bleeds..gushes in a
haemorrhage
I'm walking away..
happier,stronger..
contrary to what you thought I felt..
I bled to death.
now is your turn.

Reviews

[Edmund S. Obumba]

Thanks Jacob..my inspiration comes from day to day experiences..im honoured.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"now it is your turn"

i like that twist...when we see it coming..are we strong enough to walk away first?

you wear your pen on your sleeve...and talk about things that occur every day...but in such a poetic way.

jacob

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Ah, an ailing bleeding body, a flow of emotional pains, grasping for the horizon of freedom, you have skilfully articulated the physical-emotional experience, a gripping poem I felt, vey well done Edmund