I know you won't

I was supposed to write an assignment but well, here I am.

Please 

don't leave me tonight.

If you leave me,

I will die.

You are my friend,

The best I have

And if you leave,

you'll see me melt,

you'll see me die,

a bit inside

you'll see me lying

on the ground

but you will leave me

there, behind.

And I shall wait,

a day or five

and I might cry

but that's alright.

I'll watch the door

all day, all night

maybe, perhaps,

you will come back.

I'll watch the window

just in case

you might be there,

staring inside.

But yeah, I know,

that is a lie,

you won't come back,

you'll let me die.

The door will stay shut

the window, lonely,

but the floor will be there

to hold me.

I'll take the memories we had

break them,

tear them apart,

until my hands

will start to bleed 

and I will scream.

Maybe you'll hear.

I'll use the parts

to patch my soul

I'll keep the strings

to keep me warm 

and I will wait

until my hands

will hurt no more.

And I will rise.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

A bitter sadness, but who knows the outcome.. maybe it's how you see a situation. Maybe it's how you think it is: a guess as the light goes and Winter dulls your thinking? Your words are laid briefly, concisely.. in some ways more than emotional, in others, coolly put as if trying to decide what comes next. Those hands , like your thoughts. bleed into numbness, perhaps until... time done, you will indeed, rise. Hopefully. Drama delivered start to finish.

[TheOddOne]

Thank you so much for your review, means a lot. To be honest I find it almost impossible to explain the meaning of a poem. All of us perceive things in a different way, depending on the situation.

Just like our souls, the hands get hurt but with time they will heal. Of course, our hands will not look the same but that's a sign that we won our battles. But that's a beautiful part in growing up; no matter how dark the time gets, later we will look at our hands and see that we survived.