Letters to You

I long to
wrap myself in deception
and slip into amnesia
get lost in the dazzle of
a million pigments screaming
let me go, let me go

And i look at the scars lacing my limbs
suck in the cigarette smoke-tainted air
but all i want is to be
pure
empty
new.

All i want is to be away from you
but those eyes - -
they make the veins crawl inside my flesh

And i am back in your arms
won't you
tangle me up in your lies again?
And never let me go,
never let me go.

This bleak emptiness eats itself
into my head and I am
hurting, hurting.

They told me
I wouldn't die from a broken heart
but I do
I lay in my bed at night
sheets scrunched up into fists
and I feel my heart give out
my lungs collapse
and my soul float away.

Reviews

[BrightEyes]

On the surface, this seems to be a poem about love lost, and missed. Deeper, if one truly falls into the words you've written, it is a poem of conflict. A struggle between that love within the heart and the disregard for how precious it is by the recipient. The last stanza holds such turmoil; an emotional death if you will. So haunting a portrayal that one wonders if they will ever recover from such a malady. There is that one line that stands out for me though - such sheer poetic perfection:

"They told me I wouldn't die from a broken heart; but I do"

Beautiful cryptic piece.

true to her words, as always, I thank Emily for sending me this read.

[Just Manoosh]

I have been away from the Cafe for such a long time I almost missed out on this piece, thank you Emily for staying with me and sharing this piece.

These words express a torture that is in fact the writers chosen prison, they tumble from the page and into my own heart in complete understanding. Exquisite pain.

We know the whiskey will burn as it falls down your throat, yet the warmth it supplies and magnificent explosion is non comparitable.

This piece is written in such a natural way that it does not feel written at all (does that make sense to everyone else?).

Simply stunning.
Mx

[Touché Armada]

read request: Emily.

Ahhhhhh, girl, she was right her friends will like/relate/shrivel/recall

Anyway skin crawing aside, it captures the moment .. I dont know what to say here except, ever thought about the couch? NOT helpful in the way of poetry I'm sorry.

[Miranda]

Wow, this gave me chills, I love it , keep up the great work! :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is a haunting and realistic portrayal. Well done. Gave me chills. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Light,
Siddartha

[Emily B]

I used to accept all friend requests that came my way. But I'm older and wiser now, I guess, I look at the person's profile. I knew from the titles of your works and the little blurb that we'd get along really well. This is the sort of writing I can sink my teeth into. This is the sort of writing that I pass along to my friends, because I know they will love it too.

Good morning. And thanks for the friend request.