I write lines when my heart bleeds,
These solid pages turn translucent as I plant my seeds.
Stripping layer after layer revealing my heartbeat,
Paired with a pain that my weary mind can’t ease.
Healing does not come, because I am utterly confused,
By the juxtaposition of your words and your manifested truths.
I stand naively smiling transfixed by your aura,
While you stand there like an apparition, declaring a moratorium.
Concealing connections very similar to mine,
Kind words devoid of truth like “you are sublime”.
But what more is there to say when the end has finally come,
When trying something new is more valued than something already begun.
Searching for freedom, but still bonded by your tongue,
Struggling to unshackle these chains until they are completely undone.
So, I write lines when my heart bleeds, but this much is true,
I am a gem to be cherished, I remember,
And one day, one day you’ll realize it too.