PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Beauty of a Scar

By Muriel Palanca







I could say I love you in a thousand different ways.



The silence is so deafening but the damage always stays.



I never knew until this moment what the meaning was of pain.



Will you tell me if the truth is written on the walls?



When every path goes either way, help me choose which way to crawl.



If I could run, I’d never move because I’m too scared to fall.



Will you take a walk with me for just a little while?



I’m blinded by your empathy and your captivating smile.



My sleepless nights don’t cradle me but I’ll still go on for miles.



My paper house is burning now but the flames are all I see.



I feel the heat it emanates but the cold won’t seem to leave.



I wonder if you feel it too, but maybe it’s just me.



I’m tired of talking to myself and my imaginary friends.



The beauty of a scar is how the bleeding never ends.



I cut too deep this time around but I’ll still do it again.



And though it never satisfies, I’ll trade a dollar in for lust.



I’ll play it safe. I’ll play the game because I’m terrified to trust.



This wreckage takes me to your grave yet my ashes turn to dust.



I force a laugh that helps to drown the sound of all my screams.



The nightmares are my enemies but you’re the demon of my dreams.



This hush has caught me by the heart and I forget to breathe.



There’s something dark inside of me that divides my armored soul.



You fill the void, the empty space but I still feel there’s a hole.



I try to find my solid ground but I’m losing my control.



I try to reach for something more but you left me standing still.



Addicted to this fantasy, I’m denied my pretty pill.



I’m lovesick for the world to see but I know you never will.