I Can't Help Not Helping Him

by Faithless Watermelon   Sep 27, 2011


I'd give it all away if I knew where I left it.
It's all in pieces and every girl I ever loved
holds a tiny piece whether she knows or not.
Although I promised otherwise, I still forgot.

Crawling on to search new skies within eyes;
Some sparkle, some burn, some swindle.
They're all full of hapless hope and sensibility,
It reminds me of my senseless sense of humility.

So I ask them if they'll take my hand or walk away.
They take my hand, glance at my soul and say,
"I'll be here tomorrow to hide you from your sorrow,
I'll help you pull the trigger on the gun you've yet to buy"

An instrumental accidental overdose -
love or hate, the drug has never mattered,
men and women both deny and instigate.
We're all human and the disease is innate.

I want to find a pair of eyes, glossy grey,
to look right through the flesh and bone,
to find the ink and rewrite my stolid script.
I want some peaceful eyes outside a crypt.

So he tells you he loves you and that he's not ready
to come out because his thoughts are scared and unsteady,
so you wait beside him in a lonely room inside your mind.
He finds refuge in a girl who doesn't know you're left behind.

Well what's just one more time if you don't know for sure
that what follows is a million more pieces you'll never find?
I closed a piece of my heart in their palms for them to keep;
they walked away and we all forgot that love's not cheap.

If I got them back would I even know where they fit?
Do I want them back or do I hate them, too?
They meant something and nothing like the snow,
and all I know is that life wastes away too slow.

What is there to say when only one of us speaks?
How do I love you when your heart never leaks?
I want nothing more than to kiss you on your cheeks,
why is it so hard to spare me all these lonely weeks?

Even in my dreams you avoid my tender touch,
I wish I knew how to tell you that you mean so much...
I hate the rhymes and I hate the careful crimes.
I hate my approach and I hate myself for loving you.

A poem you may never see, and a sea unfree;
I'm down on my knees because of memories,
they are stuck with me and won't let me be.
I hate the rhymes and I hate myself for loving you.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Fulcrous

    I second Tara Kay.
    It was very well done, forcing me to give out my first ever 5/5 x_x

    I absolutely loved the way the words were superfluous. There was never a need to explain the feelings that were trapped in the words. By simply reading them, they appeared on their own.

    The concluding stanza - alone - is also very well deserving ^-^
    I look forward to your future works.

  • 10 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Now I absolutely had to say this, I think that this piece is exceptionally good.
    I love the wording, and the imagery was so damn real, I could see everything, I loved the way it flowed so well, and the choice of wording was so creative.
    Im pretty speechless and that doesnt happen to me much, I have to say.

    The only thing I'd say is... Don't capitalise the first words of each line, just ruins the flow and isn't easy on the eyes. A mistake I used to make all the time.

    Loved it
    love
    Tara
    xxx

  • 10 years ago

    by Brianna

    Wow. This is very....I don't even know how to describe it. It just, has so much emotion. It reminds me of a time in my life when I had to deal with something similar to this. Its amazing that you can write something like this with so much emotion and still have a flow and rythm to it. Its truly amazing :) 5/5

  • 10 years ago

    by BlueJay

    Oh my gosh!! When you asked me to look at this piece, I never imagined it would be this Freaking amazing!!! The imagery and emotion are dead on. The author's voice is so strong in this, it is beautifully intergrated. There is a fantastic flow that is accompenied with an immaculate word choice! Story is important in this type of poetry and you nailed it! I absolutely love this piece. It starts off so strong and it only grows stronger with each line. This piece really speaks to me, and one of the things it just screams is that it came from your heart; which is the best place for poetry to originate. Other then a few simple grammar mistakes then this piece is perfect! If this is not worthy of a 5/5 then please do tell me, what is?

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