Sick (Of You) by Jersey D GibsonTake my hand I give it to you,
I am alone everytime you're around.
I close my eyes and brace myself,
no matter what, you're gonna break my shell.
.....my scars are yours today.
I wrote to you with my blood,
on the wall, "I'm sorry."
am I done healing?
I'm fully alive more than most,
all my complaints shrink to nothing.
You're glad for one day of comfort,
only because I have suffered.
.....I'm tired of being honest.
I tried to save you,
you tried to kill me.
am I done healing?
Lost in that pretty hole you call a mouth,
it speaks all the necessary lies.
Your hands run ruin into my soul,
starting now, I only noticed your face.
.....you said you could never leave me.
Everything that you do,
you just build up my shell.
am I done healing? 12/08/2005 Posted on 12/08/2005 Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Kimberly Rhode on 12/10/05 at 03:58 AM your writing is the kind i don't even want to touch. don't know if i could. in a good way. |
Posted by Karl Waldbauer on 12/10/05 at 10:43 AM This poem is so appropos for relationships in my pas and probably in the future. Pain tempered with a great deal of ennui. |
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