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Cinnamon Tears
I am broken:
The cracks in my heart
Letting too much in
And too much out,
Beating both ways.
I leak pain
And love
In both directions
In concentrated consistency
Like syrup strength angst
And desire
For a hand to hold,
Surpassing the LD-50...
Lethal dose,
Until I end up
All alone,
Swimming inside
A toxic waste tub of
Cinnamon tears.
I hurt
When I mean to
Show
How much
I feel.
Love always seems
A knife
That cuts both ways;
It is beautiful to feel
And horrible
When left
To itself
To ferment
And grow rancid
Like vinegar
Against old open wounds
And nobody ever knows
What to do with it;
Especially me.
The cracks in my heart
Letting too much in
And too much out,
Beating both ways.
I leak pain
And love
In both directions
In concentrated consistency
Like syrup strength angst
And desire
For a hand to hold,
Surpassing the LD-50...
Lethal dose,
Until I end up
All alone,
Swimming inside
A toxic waste tub of
Cinnamon tears.
I hurt
When I mean to
Show
How much
I feel.
Love always seems
A knife
That cuts both ways;
It is beautiful to feel
And horrible
When left
To itself
To ferment
And grow rancid
Like vinegar
Against old open wounds
And nobody ever knows
What to do with it;
Especially me.
Published 29th May 2015
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29th May 2015 10:18pm
Oh Sammy, this is so fucking true it makes me sick to my stomach. You aptly wrote what so many people feel. Love is everyone's monster and everyone's savior. I am so very sorry if this is a reflection of what you feel. You have a beautiful heart and a sharp mind, dear friend. Do not let your demons consumer you.
29th May 2015 10:19pm
31st May 2015 12:50pm
I wrote this last week in response to some feelings that were overwhelming and left sitting unanswered and in response to a poem I thought was about me. I do feel like this a lot. I feel too much and I feel like I hurt people too much and then I feel like I hurt myself too much. Like you said; a lot of people feel like this. I originally wrote it as an apology, an explanation in response to the poem, but I think that tone didn't come out as well as I hoped.
I feel like my writing isn't read like I write it lately, my intentions unseen, my words wasted on quick reads and established paradigns. I took a short break to try to see if that helped. I guess time will tell. Haha it is what it is.
I feel like my writing isn't read like I write it lately, my intentions unseen, my words wasted on quick reads and established paradigns. I took a short break to try to see if that helped. I guess time will tell. Haha it is what it is.
30th May 2015 1:41am
we can only save ourselves in the baron toxicity that is human existance
:-)
:-)
31st May 2015 12:56pm
Very true my friend. We are the caretakers of our own gardens or the slumlords of our own condemned ghettos.
30th May 2015 2:39am
I hate to read this coming from a man with your sensitivity Sammy. Still a fine poem. I just hope the tears don't last.
31st May 2015 4:29am
They say a knife does not hurt when it goes it. Its when it comes out is where the pain is. Sometimes love is like that. I don't know what Cinnamon Tears are, but I love the imagery.
31st May 2015 1:02pm
Haha I am pretty sure a knife hurts when it goes in, I guess it depends on how sharp it was. Haha I am sure it hurts worse pulling it out though. Cinnamon tears are just...painful tears? It is just imagery. Imagine how tears would feel if they were made of cinnamon. That's all. Haha
Thanks for the read and the comment. Much appreciated.
Thanks for the read and the comment. Much appreciated.
