I spent years wishing for someone like you. I sat by windows, my soul covered in bruises, waiting desperately beside storms disguised as men, who didn’t care if they used my heart as a punching bag.
I spent years wishing for someone like you.

I sat by windows, my soul covered in bruises, waiting desperately beside storms disguised as men, who didn’t care if they used my heart as a punching bag. recovery stories
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jrdgz
jrdgz poetry & streams of conciousness
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Free verse poem on my thoughts about my current relationship.

I spent years wishing for someone like you. I sat by windows, my soul covered in bruises, waiting desperately beside storms disguised as men, who didn’t care if they used my heart as a punching bag.

And then I met you. Subtle and sweet. Simple and sincere. Kind and gentle, with soft hands.

And I thought that’s what I needed, a delicate soul who can hold my heart without crushing it in his palm. You hold me in your arms but you’re trembling, and I can’t help but wonder if you’d drop the heart I place in your hands.

I think of your soft spoken words, So delicate they hardly stand on their own, Almost carried away with the wind the second they’ve passed your lips.

Will a life so breathily built stand strong? Or will the wind force its way through the cracks and cause it all to come crumbling down?

I think of the men I’ve dated before, And the wishes made for something better, And though I’d never again tame a storm, I do not want to be satisfied with someone prepared for a shower When I’m an entire hurricane.

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