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The Dust of the Clouds

She’s crying tears of air, into dusty clouds.

And she’s wrapping pieces of herself, into bloody shrouds.

She thought for once, her smile might stay,

Hoped her happiness, would never go away.

But now again, the cycle ends, these things, they never stay.

She’s smiling, yes, the brightest of all, but is she really okay?

And she’s gullible, she knows she is, but now its become too much.

He’s only using her, for his own needs, for lust and sex and such.

And her ink, got spilled, and its dripping off the roof.

Now theres no way to catch it, from its bitter truth.

And her hands they tremble, her eyes, they cry,

About a love she never got, but she doesn’t understand why.

And he’s stabbing her, she’s nothing to him, she never ever was.

She danced the most beautiful of her dances, but never got applause.

She loved him like no other, got caught in his trap,

She knew he was trouble, was waiting for the string to snap.

And she’s laying on the floor, bare, and bleeds. 

“So this is where the path of love, I guess, leads.”

“This is what happens when for this one time,”

“I unveil my full self, what a crime.”

And no one is sweeping her red ink away,

None can help her, this red ink will leave its mark and always stay.

And as the dusty clouds slowly fade into the dark,

Her tears haven’t left one single mark.

The only one, who ever pained, was she.

And the only one who every drowned in the sea,

Was her. And her stains of blood will never leave.

And so will her anger, sadness, sorrow and grieve.

And now she’s truly alone.

She’s lost,

In the dust of the clouds.

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What Am I To You?

What am I to you?

I want to know.

Paint a picture with my blood, in freshly fallen snow.

What do you feel, when you see me smile?

Oh I so wonder, if to you, I was ever worth while.

Go on, this vibrant ink will soon run out!

At least this way, Ill know what you’re all about. 

And Im expecting a picture I wouldn’t want to see,

Which is you, in a world, separated from me.

And in that case my used up ink will be worth while,

My life will drown away, and so will my smile.

Oh how much I loved you, you’ll never know.

But I guess, you gotta learn to let these things go.

I know I was only an object to fulfil your lust,

So there is nothing else to be discussed.

Just leave me behind, let my blood sicker into the cold,

Its time for my coldest darkest corners to finally unfold. 

And now Im back to being, my cold hearted, old self.

Now its all regrets, I should’ve never left this shelf.

I should’ve just stayed in the dark,

And should’ve never allowed my real self to embark.

But its too late.

And time to serve my rightful fate.

To be alone and cold,

Never to smile, whilst being surrounded by gold.

But every now and then,

When my ice cold reality comes crashing in,

I ask myself,

What am I to you?

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I wish…

I wish

You’d be mine.

And every night when I sleep so tight,

I dream of your lips so divine. 

I long for your pitch black eyes,

And like to pretend, in them, my future lies.

It all started off as a game,

And I used to think, that these games, would always go the same.

But with you, the predictable ending, never came.

And now I lie here, my heart is bleeding, why?

Because I feel, you’ll never want me to be a star in your little sky.

And I hope, that at least, I’m a shooting star.

A bright one, in the far. 

I wish

You’d long to hold me tight.

You’d long for me, to be your guiding light.

But Im not. 

Im not.

Im waiting for a sign,

But not sure if you’ve already drawn the line

Between love and lust.

Im stuck on one side,

And if I said, I didn’t want both, I would’ve lied.

I wish

We could be more.

More than the small waves that wash up seashells by the shore.

I want you to be my sea,

All I want is for you to stay with me. 

And laugh, and dance, and share everything about ourselves without a care.

But that won’t happen.

And as the dark night rises,

I hope, so will opportunity and surprises.

I hope Ill be a star in your sky,

And I hope one day, next to you Ill lie.

And it won’t be a far fetched dream.

I wish,

You’d be mine.

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