a short poem of being used when all you want it love, genuinely
the pain i carry.
it's like no other,
special i guess,
small and big at the same time
it grows
each time
i beg for love
but i am purely desire.
another minor assault to the heart
left for my soul to heal
all these tiny incisions waiting to haemorrhage.
A habit to feel and heal
A pattern to unlearn
it feels like a song i liked once and ain't into now
but
theres that one hook
that gets me
every time
i lay still, head phones in, absorbing every little syllable that falls from your lips
wanting to know
everything i can
as if you're giving me the clues to figure out how it will be just me and you
i the fool
and i wear it well, it seems
repeatedly charmed into the arms of people i love so dearly
a quick fix so willingly taken, i guess
the joker shows
usually shunned from the pack
a mistake
the useless card shouldn't be in play
the suit of hearts blinded with laughter and cheap affection, i will not blame the Queen for all She Herself desires
funny this
Poetry by Holly Hawgood
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Written on 2024-01-14 at 09:55
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the joker takes the crown, a heartache in three.
i will sharethe pain i carry.
it's like no other,
special i guess,
small and big at the same time
it grows
each time
i beg for love
but i am purely desire.
another minor assault to the heart
left for my soul to heal
all these tiny incisions waiting to haemorrhage.
A habit to feel and heal
A pattern to unlearn
it feels like a song i liked once and ain't into now
but
theres that one hook
that gets me
every time
i lay still, head phones in, absorbing every little syllable that falls from your lips
wanting to know
everything i can
as if you're giving me the clues to figure out how it will be just me and you
i the fool
and i wear it well, it seems
repeatedly charmed into the arms of people i love so dearly
a quick fix so willingly taken, i guess
the joker shows
usually shunned from the pack
a mistake
the useless card shouldn't be in play
the suit of hearts blinded with laughter and cheap affection, i will not blame the Queen for all She Herself desires
funny this
Poetry by Holly Hawgood
Read 67 times
Written on 2024-01-14 at 09:55
Tags Love Wonder Help
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