I will never forget the shame of loving you.
Its branded into the folds of my memories,
Tucked between grey sheets like the embers
That were destined to burn the house down.
.
You've charred my soul and I wonder how long
It will take for me to transform into a pile of ash.
My bones are still warm from the unrelenting fire
But you've never made me wait much, have you?
.
I hope this hurts, for me, for you, for us, and badly.
Shame as violent as this shouldn't be a pleasant thing.
Besides, this shame has wounded me so much already
That anything less than spilled blood would disappoint.
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Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Comments (6)
This had equal measure sadness and sharpness to it. The last stanza especially had an eloquent “bring it on” attitude. Well done, Silver!
This poem really got me thinking. It touched a spot in my heart. "I hope this hurts, for me, for you, for us, and badly." Most relatable line! Incredibly done, Silver! 💓
That was powerful. Well done.
Feelings were melted throughout the poem.
yikes!! Very strong poem.💕
Last two lines...brilliant way to end this piece! Love (and hate) how well pain and acceptance go together. Great writing :)