So I’ve been working on a piece to follow up The Day I Died posted on Hasty Words site this week. I like writing around a poem that tries to display what I’m feeling as sometimes it displays it better than describing what happened. This piece is had the assistance of the Amazing Hasty Words as I was a little stuck. She is incredible as we all know. Love that woman. Anyways, sometimes you meet a person that you think is the answer to love, and learn a dark secret about them. I wish it didn’t happen, but it does. As life goes, we tend to not notice until it’s too late and the abuse has been on going. This is my story.
SHATTERED
Your love is a dirty little drug
Seeping, flowing through my veins
Leaving me frozen and numb
To feel none of the pains
You made me feel alive
To forget the fear raging inside
Covering my world in shadows
Urging me to run and hide
Holding on to my dark addiction
Obsession that overrides sanity
I need the love you hurt me with
I crave the desire that tortures me
I am now a patchwork quilt
Just pieces of torn fabric
Emotions stitched together
With ragged melancholy seams
With your skin like Iron and mine like Glass
Saying you love me and want to set me free
Reaching ever closer and closer
you lean in and shatter me
Mad Tea Party in My Head 
Ah, but your experiences make you beautiful because you aren’t all uniform and tidy. And you know that no matter how many times life tries to shatter you, your pieces can be put back together in a million different gorgeous ways. ❤
Thank you hun. I try to put myself together each time I break. I know pieces are missing and not quite right, but I’m me.
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I love when poetry just happens.
Lindsay has been working out her feelings which started with her post here titled THE DAY I DIED and is working her way through her feelings using poetry and prose.
Many times I will be having a conversation and the only way I can show them I understand how they feel is to write poetry. Lindsay sent a few verses and I added a few more to let her know I understood.
It doesn’t matter how you connect, it just matters that you do 🙂
Love you pretty!
I love that we can connect even thought sometimes the connection comes from a darker place it’s nice to not feel alone 🙂
You knew what I was saying without me telling you. It is amazing how well we work together and understand each other. I love it.
Wow, that last verse is so powerful! So glad you have poetry (and Hasty) to help you through this.
Thanks hun. I knew I how I wanted it to end. I knew I had to Shatter.
Ouch. But wow.
He shattered me, it’s how I felt. I’m working on it. The story to come will explain. Don’t worry, happier poems should follow soon. I hope.
I hope so, but for now it’s important to be able to process, and using poetry is such a great way, because even as you write down your pain, you’re turning it into beauty and art, which I always think helps to redeem it a little.
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Thank you 🙂
My pleasure 😀 😀
The truth will set you free…but it’s not always painless.
Sadly no it does not. But that means you are living.
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Thank you. 🙂