Silenced Torment
Dream Among Stars PoetryI manufactured glass hearts
filled to the brim with emotions that would bring me
to my knees,
and I laughed maniacally at the way
it destroyed others. They were nameless screams
that broke into the calm
of the witching hours that haunted the night and
lulled me to sleep in the arms of demons
who only loved me to feel human.
We made love to the sound of broken hearts
and fractured friendships;
muffled sobs and blood-curdling screams,
blocking them out with frantic kisses that
stole my breath and caught my skin on fire
under their lustful hands.
Vocal chords contorted into sounds of agony
did nothing to sway my emotions,
but the demons whom I loved for false reasons
were tempted away to hear the
sirens of misfortune,
and I was left alone with my thoughts and makeshift hearts
I had yet to stuff into someone’s unsuspecting chest.
It was then that I realized
that the glass hearts I molded to perfection were modeled
after my own ever-beating, ever-hurting heart –
for I did not know how to love anything that did not hurt me.
now i see fire...
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