BARE

Mid week and because im an optimist, im choosing to see the week as half way done, so hurray wednesday, 2 more days until the weekend.....*not like i party or go crazy during the weekend*. With each new work of poetry i write, i surprise myself, i feel overtly ambitious to be writing a piece of work to post every other day. i haven't written so much work within so little time (finger crossing my heart, i swear). im usually a lazy poet, in the past, i always had to take a long while to finish my work and i have work written and scattered every where, but i feel this puts an order to things (thankfully). so this work, is one in which i hope i captured the emotion i was tryna convey. thats where feedback and constructive criticism comes into play, i would love to hear peoples opinions. all my poems are my babies, like a father who loves his babies, i love this poem too. 

Poem

her eyes tells of silent struggles she holds deep to her

lying to the world with every smile she flashes

she has a lunchbox filled with regrets and promises

every time i promised i would call

every time i promised not to hurt her

all the times i promised not to stop loving her

every single time i promised

now i am all out of promises

and she is bankrupt from trust

now her heart lays on a slab of stainless steel

it has frozen over from waiting with doors wide open

all the long lonely nights she had pleaded for warmth

trails of post-it-notes line the steps to her heart

"come again next time" a scribble says

"my heart is closed for love" the next says

"monster" another one says

each lie i told her has left her naked and bare

now she is looking for a pill to make everything better

a wonder drug that could numb all her useless emotions

one step away from the ledge of insanity

i am the soundtrack to this depression she calls her life

gloomy and paranoid but still hopelessly romantic

once again, i am whispering sweet nothings to calm her nerves

lies in which she finds comfort in

if i repeat them to her often enough

hopefully

it would eventually become her reality.