A Paper Thin Poetic Tragedy

One day

I will find

the words

that are correct

&

I will sew them

so perfectly

into my skin

That

they

will

S

  I

    N

 K 

Into

the past

and stitch

together

a little

broken

girl

I will be

healed

like rain

in the

wind

All

my

Life

I've been

collecting 

things

In my

chest 

Quietly

placing them 

on shelves

of bone 

Hidden

away

where 

No one

can see

them 

Tucked

neatly 

next

to a

rotting

heart 

It's filled

and cluttered 

with things

I know 

I shouldn't

keep

there 

Words

and wounds

Scars

and ink

A crushing

weight 

wrecking

my ribcage 

Sadness

has made 

a home

out of

me 

You see

I will be 

sad

until

I

die

Because

Words

so heavy

laiden

That sank

my dying heart 

Into an abyss

of poetry

Because

Nobody

Without 

a broken

heart 

Can ever

write worth

a F**K

You see

It's not

the pain 

that destroys us 

It's things we do 

running from

the inevitable

I am

a different

creature

I Let agony 

transform me

into works of art

Cause

I catch

myself

setting

in silence

counting

heartbeats

&

Sometimes

Sometimes I wonder

how my heart

can still be heard

from inside

this coffin

Don't gulp

Sip

Drink up

my decay

Twist me around

your tongue

Taste

the poets

dream

That I've

become

My poetry

use to be

the sweetest

curse

That I could

muster

in romantic

verse

But the

beginning

is vaulted

Memory

vague

as

dreams

forgotten

My love is

a phoenix

limitless

Infinite

as Pi

Because

I am

The flower

of life

My Heart

morse-coded

language of love

turned burning

constellation

of twin flames

You see

I threw

the stars

into the

night sky

& spoke

to his Soul

Said come

to my side

Sweeten

my wounds

Kiss the bitter

taste of

my blood

on fire

Two hearts

on the sleeve

of space

whose love

can never be

extinguished

Soul tied

Bound in love

has always

been our

fate

My

heart

rules

My

entire

existence

In the

v    a    s    t

space

between

words

As distant

as the stars

I pick up

the scars

and walk on

with a love

so great

it aches

Tiny needful

rays of pain

that makes one

blush with hurt

Melancholy

bleeds the soul

It is with great

lusts I grieve

never to be

fulfilled

I mourn

in shades

of poetry

Little knowing

as you read

That

My

soul

lays

bare

Massacred

Trading

blood

for

ink

By Samantha Pruitt

Author's Note

She'll forever be a girl in love with dark hearts, old souls, and the melancholy of Edgar Allan Poe

- Ann Marie Elazer-

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my dear friend. The poem is amazing. You bring the reader in and you hold them till the last words. I felt the emotions and the struggles. Thank you dear Samantha for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Samantha ~virginpoet]

Thank you ... I should post more often

[Revery]

Your poetry is the reason I found writers cafe and started writing. You are so tallented and amazing!

[Relic]

This is excellent writing, Samantha. It's good to see new ink on your page that bleeds with emotion.