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#WritcoPoemPrompt105
When should we only take action when it's consequences are immediate. Express your thoughts with a poem.
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With your lips against mine,
I'm home.
You were that flicker of light in my cold chambers, washing me with a warm, my sheets couldn't ever exude. You kissed my scars, and held me ever so gently, as if I was someone worth wanting, someone worth caring for. I craved a home out of you, grew gardens around your rough edges, when I was aware, of how any shooting star, wouldn't ever make you stay.
You were healing my cuts, just to leave me bruised, each scar folding a tapestry of memories, I wouldn't ever dare fondly glimpse at. Those silly nights of drunken laughter, hours spent at the arcade, playful banters and mornings with our legs tangled— are things I have locked away in a far away island, buried under a thousand flowers, never to be found again.
And you can break my life apart, I will put it back,
but I would rather cut my own two hands,
force oxygen out of my very lungs,
before ever reaching out to you, to hold your hand.
Sometimes, you're ten steps away on the street, genuinely laughing with people I don't recognize. And there's this intense heartache, because the place beside you is somewhere I no longer belong to. Maybe it was taken away the instant I saw you working so in sync with another, or you have already plucked it away the night you decided to turn away, leaving me only the ashes.
“With you, I am one step closer to living.”
One of your many whispers, in the silence of the night, but all you have ever cherished was the concept of death, and not the idea of what we call life. If my fate is to drown in your waves, to be burnt by your fire, then I will gladly die as a pawn in your schemes but promise me one last thing; if we meet again somewhere, in a world where we can freely love, then you will allow me to teach you, how to live, without falling apart.
Maybe then, I can ask you to cut me up,
leave me bleeding in the streets,
but to come back home to me,
because where ever you are, is where I want to be.
When should we only take action when it's consequences are immediate. Express your thoughts with a poem.
© All Rights Reserved
ㅤㅤ
With your lips against mine,
I'm home.
You were that flicker of light in my cold chambers, washing me with a warm, my sheets couldn't ever exude. You kissed my scars, and held me ever so gently, as if I was someone worth wanting, someone worth caring for. I craved a home out of you, grew gardens around your rough edges, when I was aware, of how any shooting star, wouldn't ever make you stay.
You were healing my cuts, just to leave me bruised, each scar folding a tapestry of memories, I wouldn't ever dare fondly glimpse at. Those silly nights of drunken laughter, hours spent at the arcade, playful banters and mornings with our legs tangled— are things I have locked away in a far away island, buried under a thousand flowers, never to be found again.
And you can break my life apart, I will put it back,
but I would rather cut my own two hands,
force oxygen out of my very lungs,
before ever reaching out to you, to hold your hand.
Sometimes, you're ten steps away on the street, genuinely laughing with people I don't recognize. And there's this intense heartache, because the place beside you is somewhere I no longer belong to. Maybe it was taken away the instant I saw you working so in sync with another, or you have already plucked it away the night you decided to turn away, leaving me only the ashes.
“With you, I am one step closer to living.”
One of your many whispers, in the silence of the night, but all you have ever cherished was the concept of death, and not the idea of what we call life. If my fate is to drown in your waves, to be burnt by your fire, then I will gladly die as a pawn in your schemes but promise me one last thing; if we meet again somewhere, in a world where we can freely love, then you will allow me to teach you, how to live, without falling apart.
Maybe then, I can ask you to cut me up,
leave me bleeding in the streets,
but to come back home to me,
because where ever you are, is where I want to be.
