This is probably my own favorite poem so far. I wrote this when I broke up with my ex. He hurt me so much and I didn’t know what to do so I just wrote. I know that this poem is probably full of errors, but I was so angry and so upset, and I don’t want to edit it, or change it, because the way it came out, is the exact emotion I had, ego I don’t want to change it.
The slightest tap would shatter this silence.
Crying at the sight of the picture in the frame…
A whisper approached radiantly from the colourless hills,
My favorite thing is wrapping my being around yours
Sleeping for an instant moment, elongated by dreams, and feelings
“I’m sorry…” the whisper in your sleeping state.
“An end is an end is an end…”
but why now?
“Produce!” mumbled the alarmed man, the keeper of lost loves.
A light wind migrated past, like the ghost of the one once loved.
At ear shot,. a river flows.
Figment of the imagination? Never… or could it be?
All were in a circle, sad–lost and unforeseen,
Never intended… Never to be hurt
“Dominate me with your overpowering chest!” I thought as the last scene played out without script.
Down by the rivers edge I’ll stay… Contemplate my last request.
Fetch this broken heart a rag, and like a healer.
Mend this broken heart…
Mend me….
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