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it is your sadness that speaks
stirring this soul that resides in the dark
the shadows that lurk behind your eyes
are the monsters caged inside this heart
we fear, we falter, we fail, we fall
over and over, again and again
like broken records that know no end
and we kept on repeating the same mistakes
never learning, never letting go
yearning for the same touch that burns
the same dangerous love that hurts
the scars they map out the path we took
crisscrossing our hearts and soul
invisible to the eyes yet only we can feel
the depths of the wounds that healed
as time caresses the hurts we nurse
closing them yet reminding us
on how we keep on falling for the same tricks
the same sins that we wallow in
in the aftermath of our tears

-©Little Ink Elf 052414-

 

 

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Where to Find

where to find consolation for this wretched state,
the colors have faded turning the world to gray?
falling dreams resemble that of falling leaves
gravity pulling them down, down, down.
down towards the earth to be trampled upon
by departing feet leaving just the broken bits
of carefully crafted hope littering the floor.

where to find refuge for this wandering soul,
that aimlessly walks on battered streets?
like a ship that parts waters with no direction,
this soul lost its compass that used to guide its steps.
steps that were once so sure of where to go
now they falter, became so unsure.

where to find solace until the broken heart mends,
from the jagged scars that circle it round and round?
like a map with many paths to take and stories to tell,
so do scars tattooed on flesh have something to share.
each fairy tale that come to end, now mar smooth surface
leaving paths of past heartaches that time attempts to heal.

-Little Ink Elf 101413-

If This Will be The Last

If this will be the last
I will lay my heart at your feet
with all its scars and hurts
its hopes and dreams
everything I have to offer
to you I will give.

If this will be the last
I will not bind you with tears
but with love I’ll set you free
no words are needed to be said
you can turn around and walk away.

If this will be the last
I will not ask you to stay
nor beg or plead on bended knees
but watch you with these brown eyes
searing your image in my mind.

If this will be the last,
leave me with happier memories,
ones I can go back to time and again,
just to remind me that you were real,
and had the chance to call you mine.

-Little Ink Elf 090113-

Carving Lies

I will carve the lies your lips have uttered
on your pale skin for you to remember them by.
That all the words you’ve spun with those beguiling
eyes,
have hurt me deep within this fragile flesh of mine.
But I will not be so cruel as to keep the pain to
myself,
I will teach you the burning sensation of shame and
humiliation.
I will show you how easily your words can cut to the
quick.
I will make you understand how lies can cause
someone to die from within.
And when all of these you’ve learned by heart,
I will let you go and live the scars you’ve left me with.

-Little Ink Elf 052013-

Fix Me

 

These broken pieces keep on falling,
patch me as I have I seem to be breaking.
The years have taken their toll on me,
this body can’t take no more of this folly.
Of loving too much but ended up hurt,
the scars have already run deep,
deep into my soul.

Fix me is all I ask. Fix me and make me new.
I have lost myself in the passage of time,
now I no longer know who I really am.
Remembering is hard to do,
I’ve lost too much and the pain’s still fresh.
I want to quit life yet here I am living.
Waiting for someone to fix me.

-Little Ink Elf 032713-

Empty Cup

here sits a cup empty of feelings,
its dust-filled bottom looking forlorn,
its rim crusted with old kisses,
its body masking scars made by trembling hands.

here sits an empty cup forgotten,
outlived its purpose, no longer needed,
others have been battered or shattered,
thrown into the garbage, thrown onto the ground.

this empty, forgotten cup
like love forsaken for another,
its kisses no longer matter,
its body no longer worthy,
used, abused then forgotten.

-eam020213-

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