#jsh poetry

[mywordsarewings]

you're asking for a heart that can't beat anymore.

[mywordsarewings]

when I say my words are wings I don't mean they help me soar or grant freedom from this daily refrain; I mean words escape me each time I see your face.

[mywordsarewings]

how many of us scream into the shadows to only hear echoes? - no one's listening -

[mywordsarewings]

how selfish do you need to be to justify their suffering? - the world contains multitudes -

[mywordsarewings]

I wanted to be romanced; I wanted someone to try. - fear losing me -

[mywordsarewings]

I'm never the person you're afraid to lose.

[mywordsarewings]

"what if," I whispered as you slept, fingers gripping the hemline of my shirt, "I decided to stay forever?" Would you grip a little harder, or relax in relief?

[mywordsarewings]

I hope you see me happy. - the best revenge -

[mywordsarewings]

why is everything I write another love letter to you?

[mywordsarewings]

it's that suffocating sort of loneliness.

[mywordsarewings]

I think we have different definitions of love.

[mywordsarewings]

you always had one foot out the door yet I still kept it open.

[mywordsarewings]

what if the walls around you crumbled, until all that remained was rubble, your history reduced, destroyed, deconstructed. would you ask for help? would a stranger lend a pristine, unsullied hand? or would they watch from the safety of their screens, seeing not a victim, not a life, a reality, but dehumanized trash?

[mywordsarewings]

I searched for new ways to say, "I love you," & claimed it poetry.

[mywordsarewings]

[mywordsarewings]