When The Stinging of Your Eyes Mimicks Your Lips

by xTheEcstasyOfSuicidex   Oct 8, 2008


The air
it surrounds you and takes your breath away.

Suddenly
you can't breathe, you can't see, you can't hear and the world's collapsing in beautiful colors right before your eyes.

This is the end.
You relish the fact, still gasping for breath; is this all we live for? A battle of life to win nothing but death?

The colors burst through your eyes,
the sounds scream through your head,
yet you're unable to produce a sound
or utter a single word.

[someone save me.]

But you aren't ready to be saved quite yet, are you?
Forgetting the fact that your earth-bound and there IS nothing that can save you.

What a sympathetic world this is. Back in the days when you remember you could breathe you vaguely fascinate over the touch of his arms.

Was it worth it? being his gorgeous angel that smiled only around him. You thought it was, but that never mattered to anyone but him.

And now the silence that lingers on . . . it's nothing but the deepest of "I miss you so much". The light persists your eyes and you snap them shut; you don't want the light, you want the darkness that would hug you and never let go; the light always lets go.

[are you as ready for this as I am?]

You breathe though you cannot speak, and all that matters is that your "god" hears them.

Tears slip through your eyes; "you're even beautiful in the dark. It doesn't matter where you belong now, baby, you belong here with me."

Those words tore at your heart the day they were spoken . . . like he had actually meant them.

What happens when where you belong isn't there anymore?

It's not about the breaking of the heart, it's about the silence of his lips, stinging your eyes and mouth though
he's gone.
he's gone.

That's too much to say.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Viola

    "It's not about the breaking of the heart, it's about the silence of his lips, stinging your eyes and mouth though
    he's gone.
    he's gone.

    That's too much to say. "

    ^Though I loved every line of this prose that ending I have to say is best thing I've read all week.

    "is this all we live for? A battle of life to win nothing but death?"

    ^I couldn't agree more. Are we all just bleeding for nothing, fighting continuously when we all know there's no winning?

    This really made me feel, but think as well. Incredible.
    Keep it up. :)
    --Viola

  • 15 years ago

    by Roxy

    Woww!!! Now seriously I have never read a poem like this before. I normally don't go for them as I have told many people on this site. It's so deep but it confused me as well I don't know why. i will be honest. Something inside of me told me to stop reading but then I couldn't because I love how you have layed the poem out...it's really interesting and I've not seen any poem like this.

    This is the end.
    You relish the fact, still gasping for breath; is this all we live for? A battle of life to win nothing but death?

    I really like this part of the poem the most. "A battle of life to win nothing but death?" that's my favorite line though because in a way it makes sense and if you think through it clearly enough you will eventually see that in a sense it is true. We live...we die.

    xxxxxx
    Amazing poem
    xxxxxx
    Roxy