my love, i can’t do this. are your arms in my chest, or are your fingernails in my heart. my forehead hasn’t felt your lips for too long, and they’re all too familiar to my cheek. i know i made my own bed, but would you remove your chest from under my head. my love, i can’t do this. i’m running out of tears, as i swear your lips brush my cheek again. am i not your beloved. with a whisper, you could remove the ache. would you rather hear me beg. well, i’ve begged you to step in, but have you let my breath be wasted. i’m too aware i can’t fix a thing, and you were right when you said i doubt your intent. i swear it feels your intent is to put the hell in my chest, not remove it. i’m glad you’ve removed the hurt i had no right to give, but would you remove it just to put it in my chest. have you slipped your arms under my shoulders just to leave me fallen.
Filed under: do not leave me fallen Tagged: 2013, my love, poetry
