IF LOVE WONT HEAL ME
If love wonβt heal me,
then it must admit its quiet violence,
how it plants hope like a seed,
and forgets to stay for the rain leaving roots to choke on dust.
If love wonβt heal me,
why does it linger in my chest like a prayer I no longer believe in?
Every memory becomes a bruise I press just to remember I once felt aliveπ₯Ή.
If love wonβt heal me,
then maybe I was never meant to be whole.
Maybe I am a collection of fractures arranged to look like a person who almost knew what peace felt like.
If love wonβt heal me,
Let it teach me how to live without its promises,
to carry my brokenness without apology,
to breathe without waiting for rescue,
To call survival something close to strength.
BLACKXπ€
If love wonβt heal me,
then it must admit its quiet violence,
how it plants hope like a seed,
and forgets to stay for the rain leaving roots to choke on dust.
If love wonβt heal me,
why does it linger in my chest like a prayer I no longer believe in?
Every memory becomes a bruise I press just to remember I once felt aliveπ₯Ή.
If love wonβt heal me,
then maybe I was never meant to be whole.
Maybe I am a collection of fractures arranged to look like a person who almost knew what peace felt like.
If love wonβt heal me,
Let it teach me how to live without its promises,
to carry my brokenness without apology,
to breathe without waiting for rescue,
To call survival something close to strength.
BLACKXπ€
π₯1
They said love is blind
Maybe I was blinded by your beauty,
Or else blinded by your showy skin
But is that really the case?
They said love is beautiful
But I now feed on its bitterness
Love is beautiful at the first sight,
I saw nothing but a bright future in you.
Indeed memories are thread
Haunting me daily
Deep in the fosse,i found solace in my own tears,
As I try to nap myself in the skew of lethal dose.
*Poetess Daisy*
Maybe I was blinded by your beauty,
Or else blinded by your showy skin
But is that really the case?
They said love is beautiful
But I now feed on its bitterness
Love is beautiful at the first sight,
I saw nothing but a bright future in you.
Indeed memories are thread
Haunting me daily
Deep in the fosse,i found solace in my own tears,
As I try to nap myself in the skew of lethal dose.
*Poetess Daisy*
π₯1
βSome people talk and talk
and never say a thing.
Some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
Some people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.
Some people touch your hand
and music fills the sky.β
Charlotte Zolotow - People.
and never say a thing.
Some people look at you
and birds begin to sing.
Some people laugh and laugh
and yet you want to cry.
Some people touch your hand
and music fills the sky.β
Charlotte Zolotow - People.
