Playing Dead and Choking on Broken Glass

I'm pretending that I'm dead.

My eyes are shut...heart is bleeding.

Tears are constantly being shed.

I push them back but they're what I'm needing.



I don't know what I feel for you.

The wounds just won't disappear.

I keep your memory in all I do.

I hold you so dear.



Stop it...No...I can't even think of his name.

It brings me to my knees.

Is love supposed to bring you so much shame?

I sleep only to the lullaby he sings.



He shoved me down....

As ignorant as I am, I only kneeled at his feet.

I tried so hard not to drown...

I tried keeping all feelings for him discrete.



I'm standing now, as tall as ever.

I won't give in to something so fake.

I wanted his heart, he gave me a sliver.

Then like glass, dropped my heart and watched it break.



I roll over on my side.

My sobs break the silence in my prison.

Why must I always hide?

But then again, why must everyone fail to listen?



My heart beats once more.

I want to stab it..i know what it's doing.

A familiar feeling just like before...

An awful trouble is brewing.



Brown eyes and long brown hair.

He will make me chase him until I fall.

He never calls me, I'm well aware.

I will win him over in the end even if it means nothing at all.



You are probably ashamed,

thinking how stupid I may be.

But my feelings are so difficult to tame,

every time he looks at me.



Now, perhaps I fall too much.

I certainly carry a few scars.

But, all it takes is one little touch...

and they have me locked behind bars.



They carry no mercy for me.

My heart is weathered and will soon fade to dust.

But, all these feelings they don't see,

because, I myself do not carry trust.



I lay here with my green eyes shut.

I'm dreaming about you.

In the end, my heart will be horribly cut.

I'll get tossed out whenever you're through.



I'll just play dead until you find me....

my prince of darkness that hides today.

We'll live under the moon with one heartbeat.

Love me..Give me forever and a day.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

wow...i wrote this believing in love...but there is no such thing.

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Zach Schmid's picture

well whether you wrote this believing in love or not, it certainly produced a great poem. This is so brilliantly explained..ya know? i'm from missouri too, what city ru from?
anyway, great poem

Zach Schmid's picture

well whether you wrote this believing in love or not, it certainly produced a great poem. This is so brilliantly explained..ya know? i'm from missouri too, what city ru from?
anyway, great poem