a poem i wrote about a harmful relationship. |
Heartbreaks and Crime rates “We’re losing him.” Her hands heavy on my chest, pushing down Everyone holding their breath A small beep marks my heartbeats Slower and slower “We’re losing him” Her words echo through eternity Her lips pressed against mine And it feels so good “He’s coming back” A footnote in your book is the headline in my news You want to talk? Go ahead and talk, but I won’t be here “No weapons allowed” Don’t let anything fall into your hands “No knives, guns, or alcohol” Well words are sharper than blades Contradictions hurt more than a 9mm And what else lets you forget it all Poured it all out, spilled them all over the ground Love Hate Pain Ecstasy Anger Sadness Hope Emotions in an unholy union Humanity is the excuse Excuses are just reasons dressed in black Begging for forgiveness “I’m sorry for your loss” Feelings of regret Regret is just memories and futile wishes There’s not a genie in sight “I’m sorry for your loss” Well I’m legally dead I have been I will be You don’t need a heart to live Where’s the emergency exit? Where’s the shutoff button? I’ve been locked out lately, and I can’t find the key I’ve been logged off lately, I won’t bother signing in If tragedies are blessings in disguise, When are they going to show themselves? Heartbreaks and crime rates Rising like an airplane Heartbreaks and crime rates Rising like hot air I’ve been selling my blood lately, Seems everyone wants a drink I’ve been used and reused, chewed up and spit out The stab wounds in my back will never heal I’ve been looking for a way out of this I’ve been looking for a cutoff from this Where’s the emergency exit? Where’s the shutoff button? I’ve been locked out lately, and I can’t find the key I’ve been logged off lately, I won’t bother signing in “Breath! Breath! Breath!” Her hands pushing down on my chest Are you an angel? I wonder if it’s the end But it’s been over for a long time “He’s leaving us!” Her soft hands caress my face Her lips embrace mine In the final moments I feel most alive |