You brooooke me.
I broke you.
We were both wrong
No flawlessness in existance
You sow and tie as if i am a walking hell
You are so sensitive but i sensitive more,
Managed to break and mend
Forever hidden scars.
Us dont break us again
HOW I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOU IS FRUSTRATING!
One of my favourite poems.
“For Women Who Are Difficult to Love” written and performed by Warsan Shire
You are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
As i beat up me because of the not so good me.bmy conscience serves me right, sorrows deepen and heart aches even more as i apologise and try calm me down. I cant face me anymore
When our flesh overcomes the spirit
Where our desires of flesh are met regulary as the spiritual ones head for the drain. I want to fulfill my spirit. It is it that has a pottential of leaving eternally for my body shall perish and dust shall be on the dust. Let me love with thy spirit not the with the physical.