I Hadn't Known ''Hurt'' Until the Now. by WhereICallHome, literature
Literature
I Hadn't Known ''Hurt'' Until the Now.
How am I to know what we, he did?
Was it my fault? Am I to blame?
Or was this actually violation and incrimination…?
He broke through the surface and watched me bleed…
Did he not see the tears spilling from my eyes?
Oh Heavenly God, where am I supposed to turn?
I don’t even understand what has happened, and what is happening…
The filth is permanent.
I swear it will never go away.
I need someone to swoop down and hold me close.
I need them to tell me “It’ll be okay” but mean it in a way that I know no harm is coming my way.
Will harm come my way again?
Year One.
They meet. Completely coincidental. But always one-hundred percent on purpose.
Fate.
She smiles. He fidgets.
Attraction.
Year Two.
Friends. He is the boy down the street and she is the girl next door. Literally.
He makes her laugh. She makes him vulnerable.
Year Three.
Still friends. The best of friends.
He tells her secrets and she feels safe with him. She thinks he is charming.
He thinks she is beautiful.
Year Four.
He tells her he loves her.
She tells him she loves him too.
He is smitten. She is so happy.
They are the definition of Teenage Love.
Year Five.
Growing pains.
He makes mistakes. And she cries. And cries. An
How the hell can I make
You
See that everything you say
Everything you do
Hurts me
And although I’m not perfect
Neither
Are
You
And I am trying
And trying
To find some sense of
Worth
But you’re making it
Pretty damn difficult
And I realize there’s
Nothing
I can say to get through to you
Because nothing has worked yet
And all I want is
T
The kiss of life, of love, or of Death?
She swoons in your embrace-
Grasping your golden hand so delicately
Or perhaps your kiss brings death
Her grasp is her one last effort
To prevent the life from being sucked from her floral form
Perhaps you are autumn-
Your bronze and golden tones
Threaten to kill her bodily blooms
Or could you be winter instead?
Your black blocks of icy demise
Come to life again with the kiss of Spring
Her spirit awakens the dead soul underneath
The ivy atop your head begins to grow again.
Perhaps you aren’t dead or frigid at all
Epiphany permits another image
You are the sun and the frail creature is lifeless-
Se