Tell Me.

to you I opened up like have never before only to betrayed

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

i watched them strip their clothes,

revealing their bare skin.

they look down, then at me.

i see how their eyes yearn and beg.

they turn to their side and suck it in,

all until there was only a thin line.

but this line was still too thick.

it always would be.

they try again and again,

staring at me intensely each and every time.

their eyes.. desperate for something,

anything.

their hands caressed their soft skin,

it moved around and so does their flesh.

every movement mimicked its own.

and that’s when it happened.

when they hunched over,

their body vibrating with sorrow.

they look up at me, their eyes tinted crimson.

their eyes bleeding colorless blood.

“i hate you.”

they whisper.

that’s all they ever say.

they clenched their fist, but i wasn’t scared.

i knew they wouldn’t punch me,

they never did.

their hand fell onto mine,

our fingertips connecting,

and for a split second i knew how it felt to feel.

they break away, still staring at me,

and says those three familar words.

each time they got louder,

each time they meant it more,

each time it hurt less.

i watched as they resented my every being.

how their tears carved canyons in their cheeks.

how their eyes reddened with woe.

how their teeth clashed in frustration.

i felt pity for them,

i wanted to hug them, wrap them in my warmth.

maybe then they wouldn’t be so… cold.

i wish i could tell them how much i love them,

to give them the love they deserve,

to let them know that i was always here.

but i know i’ll never be able to,

after all.. i’m only a mirror.

I am not ugly.

I am just. not pretty enough.

torn apart.

forever you say,

but not till the end, right ?

when life reveals her wounds and broken soul,

help her heal

for she has suffered too much

in the name of love.

My motivation? You. maybe...

(hehe I'm bad at flirting 😅)

Hehe.

Nice try buddy. :)

PS :: You are kinda bad at flirting :)

— Henry Dumas, Knees of a Natural Man: The Selected Poetry of Henry Dumas; "Saba"

today,

i shattered all the expectations and dreams.

destroyed all the hopes.

now i am left alone with all these broken pieces.

this time,

i hope i make something more beautiful with these pieces.

something worth protecting.

something worth fighting for.