Run
I run,
forcefully,
with a sick empty stomach,
begging me to drop.
With the grace of tumble weed,
while dreams and futures fall from my uncaring,
weak hands.
I run.
I run.
Without knowledge,
or certainty.
Only being driven by the force of
focused, forced, ignorance.
Swatting away every unfortunate fortune,
burned into my eyes,
and carved on my skin.
I run.
I run,
replacing horrid cries,
and clinging onto thin threads,
with blue fires.
And the imitating movement of our feet.
Something only nostalgia can fake.
I do not run.
I chase.
With one last heavy whimper,
do I fall.
And when I can take no more mending or aid,
you pull me from the string tied around my heart
and your pinky.
Dragging me through the broken words
I don't bear to remember.
As I pull and claw away I do surrender.
I am pulled down the broken road
that I once made for you.
forcefully,
with a sick empty stomach,
begging me to drop.
With the grace of tumble weed,
while dreams and futures fall from my uncaring,
weak hands.
I run.
I run.
Without knowledge,
or certainty.
Only being driven by the force of
focused, forced, ignorance.
Swatting away every unfortunate fortune,
burned into my eyes,
and carved on my skin.
I run.
I run,
replacing horrid cries,
and clinging onto thin threads,
with blue fires.
And the imitating movement of our feet.
Something only nostalgia can fake.
I do not run.
I chase.
With one last heavy whimper,
do I fall.
And when I can take no more mending or aid,
you pull me from the string tied around my heart
and your pinky.
Dragging me through the broken words
I don't bear to remember.
As I pull and claw away I do surrender.
I am pulled down the broken road
that I once made for you.
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a poem I wrote for ex. He was emotionally abusive in every way. He made me feel terrible about myself. He made me believe I was worth nothing, like nobody other than him would deal with me. While all along he was lying every word he ever spoke to me, and going behind my back with various of other women. He was controlling and wouldn't let me speak or see my friends. I was in this for four years. He'd leave me and I'd be heart broken, despite the fact that I'd never be happy when we were together, I missed him. And all he ever had to do was ask me back and I'd come chasing after him, only to be kept at such a distance where he had me, but I never had him.