My love,
Remember when I said I won’t write anymore for thee?
I was wrong.
My emotion was overflowing
That my heart cannot bare anymore.
Thy love for me
Was the sweetest and the truest I’ve ever felt.
It has a magic of powerful healing,
Which cures my dying soul,
But my love,
I guess it was just my soul that thou healed –
The scar in my heart left unpatched –
Fearing me and making me doubt.
Yes, I’m in doubt,
But not of thy love for me,
But my love for thee.
I’m still a confused winged creature,
Baffled on which land I should nest.
Thou can call me nonsensical --
I guess I am,
Because I love thee yet I’ll leave
To find a perfect patch for my scar,
So that when I’m perfectly cured
I can see who I’m truly me.
Sorry.
Categories:
unpatched, boyfriend, break up, confusion,
Form: I do not know?
I've been torn and broken apart,
I have no soul no more all I have
is emptiness. You have no idea what
I've been through but is not
worse than others; my wall of
joy, peace, happiness and charisma is
gone and I'm referring to my
self-esteem, the pressure from expecting
so much out of me and not letting
me go ahead and grow up and experience
life myself has finally cracked and fell
into a thousand pieces like shattered glass.
There in this deep pit lies what
holds me together but it is too
dark to find the way and I will only
get lost deeper in the dark hole.
My heart has a hole unpatched and
unfixed and this black hole seems
infinite; the key held close to my
heart is the wrong key to open this
diary unlock the secrets hidden within
and beyond this shattered glass.
Categories:
unpatched, sad, me,
Form: Dramatic Monologue