Cursed
Words have been my companion,
for as long as I remember.
On most days, they manage to fill
These empty spaces within me. Find their way into the crevices of my soul, the cracks of my heart.
And make a home in all those lonely spots.
Act like a balm to everything that never stops hurting within me.
Pull me out of misery, keep me from drowning into the depths of my own mind.
Shoulder the horrors of my nightmares.
Absorb the screams that escape my throat.
Save me when I'm standing on the brink of plunging to my own death.
They have been my friend, my confidante, my lover.
But on some days, rare ones. I crave a little more.
I crave a human touch.
A hug of warmth.
A kiss on my forehead.
A pair of arms to embrace me and hold me steady.
A shoulder to rest my head upon.
Fingers to wipe my tears,
A body, holding me close
A shelter from my nightmares
A face extremely dear, mirroring the emotions on mine.
A heart, that has enough space to shelter me,
Enough care to fight for me, enough love to keep me safe.
But then, I laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
So silly, probably shouldn't get my hopes up.
Afterall, maybe there's a reason why they say,
That poets are forever cursed to write about love, but never meant to have it.
for as long as I remember.
On most days, they manage to fill
These empty spaces within me. Find their way into the crevices of my soul, the cracks of my heart.
And make a home in all those lonely spots.
Act like a balm to everything that never stops hurting within me.
Pull me out of misery, keep me from drowning into the depths of my own mind.
Shoulder the horrors of my nightmares.
Absorb the screams that escape my throat.
Save me when I'm standing on the brink of plunging to my own death.
They have been my friend, my confidante, my lover.
But on some days, rare ones. I crave a little more.
I crave a human touch.
A hug of warmth.
A kiss on my forehead.
A pair of arms to embrace me and hold me steady.
A shoulder to rest my head upon.
Fingers to wipe my tears,
A body, holding me close
A shelter from my nightmares
A face extremely dear, mirroring the emotions on mine.
A heart, that has enough space to shelter me,
Enough care to fight for me, enough love to keep me safe.
But then, I laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
So silly, probably shouldn't get my hopes up.
Afterall, maybe there's a reason why they say,
That poets are forever cursed to write about love, but never meant to have it.
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