The bleeding veins plead....
Ask you....
Beg you....
To be here.
To Stay...
Even when you hurt me,
With all the force abrading my dented heart.
My self and my love
At a constant battle.
Fighting over respect is my existence.
Fighting over love, are my bleeding veins.
Conscience gets hurt,
But my heart picks me up
Yet again,
To be deranged and damaged by you.
Foolish me,
Still running in vicious circles.
But can I help it?
No....
You are much more,
Than I ever could be,
For me.....
So I pour onto you,
My love running in my veins.
Look at me,
Deep inside through my blood.
Into the heart which beats for you.
You win....
My love wins....
Hurt me,
But please,
I beg,
I plead,
Please....
Stay!
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...