Post by Sottaceti on Apr 27, 2011 14:34:51 GMT -8
This is just a poetic prose (if there is such a thing) I wrote for my girlfriend. We have a sort of relationship where she keeps me sane and safe from my own thoughts, which tear me to bits and pieces from the inside. And I can't really complain, because these damaging inquiries are my own damn fault for asking, haha. Well anyways, here it is:
Destroying, Destroyed, Restoring...
Destroying, Destroyed, Restoring...
If I shatter the pieces of my broken soul, please promise me you will make something beautiful of the shards. If I scream in agony to the point of which my voice mutes, tell me gently that you'll guide my words from hereon out in a graceful manner. If those screams bleed my ears out until they are drained of sound, let me know that it is not a loss, but a gift of tranquility. If I tear my eyes out in order to un-see the horrors of this world, assure me that all the images I will ever need for inner peace are locked within that box in my heart that you made for me. The one crafted of impenetrable armor, the one that holds only love and kind words, unlike those I have heard or said that have shattered my soul, bled my ears, and blown my voice to bits. The one cultivated of love, with images of love, and thoughts of pure love. Remind me that I have that box, with those things, when I come undone...and please, stitch my tender, tattered skin together once again.