A dark poem about self-harm and grief. |
Just a Few of the Things... Space, And time, And the way your hand fits perfectly in mine; Just a few of the things I don’t understand. Scars, And pain, And the person standing next to you today; Just a few of the things that I hadn’t planned. Lust, And hate, And the prayers that fell on deaf ears every day; Just a few of the things that I should regret. Fear, And grief, And the knife that always offered sweet relief; Just a few of the things you wish I’d forget. Cuts, And burns, And the point when hunger finally starts to hurt; Just a few of the things that can bring me peace. Beds, And sheets, And the beating heart that races just for me; Just a few of the things only you can bring. Fate, And luck, And the road you wish that I had never walked; Just a few of the things that brought me to your arms. Tears, And smiles, And the burning bridge that hid you from my sight; Just a few of the things that will haunt my heart. Bye, Take care, And a kiss so sad it forced me into tears; Just a few of the things that you left behind. Knives, Matches, And an empty fridge that I will never fill; Just a few of the things that will calm my mind. |