I always thought I won't let anyone have a place in my heart
A peaceful life was all I expected till you ripped it apart
I thought
Why people let anyone touch the depths of soul
It's much easier this way,
Less humane, less hurtful
I wondered if it was mechanical
Despite my strong conviction, that I won't let anyone in
The closed doors from inside didn't seem to matter
Your love grew on surface of my heart
Taking more place than it would've otherwise.
The numerous roots made deep impressions
enough to make me weak
And when you stripped off your love vines
My heart started to bleed.
Every beat squeezed out, drops of blood
it reminds me of the murder, that makes your hands red.
YOU ARE READING
Sad poems
PoetrySadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.
