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"act out of love, not fear" the small tattoo on my
left hand, devil hand,
yells to me as the ink just
bleeds.
warriors fought once, strong, for
my family and it's not that I can't
breathe it's just that I don't want to
be,
can't you hear the screams?
winter brings the warmest months and its not
that I'm strong anymore, it's just that I'm
so broken there's no change
there left to
leave.
the lake froze over only moments after I
collapsed through, I want to call out to
you, there's nothing much else aside from
death that I can
do.
literal liking's to a matter-of-fact way of you
make me think about your eyes and how they
fall.
and, aside from you, I'd love to nurture
wounds and love and care for every piece of
fucked-up shit in this beautiful and
devastating land,
but there's something burning true inside
smallest parts, deepest too,
and there's no way in hell for me to
get inside.
we'll cruise on down the road, separate journeys
forced, linger on by the reservoir to
catch a single, silent
breath - can't you see the these
turns, there's something about this place that's
begging us to go.
looking straight out to the diamond-studded lake,
I wonder where other realities, the traded
tragedies, aided
majesty's
could possibly begin to form their
insignificant trail.
"act out of love, not fear" the small tattoo on my
left, jagged hand gleams and as I drive off
slow, I watch as the dust is moved and
thrown, from my cars somewhat
small and dented rear.
we all came out, kicking and screaming,
we shout, destined to prove a beautiful and
wretched balance of life.
so here I move, toward a freeing truth that never
bore me anything short of sweetness and
warmth - the man who would always
understand my
love
heart
tattoo.
left hand, devil hand,
yells to me as the ink just
bleeds.
warriors fought once, strong, for
my family and it's not that I can't
breathe it's just that I don't want to
be,
can't you hear the screams?
winter brings the warmest months and its not
that I'm strong anymore, it's just that I'm
so broken there's no change
there left to
leave.
the lake froze over only moments after I
collapsed through, I want to call out to
you, there's nothing much else aside from
death that I can
do.
literal liking's to a matter-of-fact way of you
make me think about your eyes and how they
fall.
and, aside from you, I'd love to nurture
wounds and love and care for every piece of
fucked-up shit in this beautiful and
devastating land,
but there's something burning true inside
smallest parts, deepest too,
and there's no way in hell for me to
get inside.
we'll cruise on down the road, separate journeys
forced, linger on by the reservoir to
catch a single, silent
breath - can't you see the these
turns, there's something about this place that's
begging us to go.
looking straight out to the diamond-studded lake,
I wonder where other realities, the traded
tragedies, aided
majesty's
could possibly begin to form their
insignificant trail.
"act out of love, not fear" the small tattoo on my
left, jagged hand gleams and as I drive off
slow, I watch as the dust is moved and
thrown, from my cars somewhat
small and dented rear.
we all came out, kicking and screaming,
we shout, destined to prove a beautiful and
wretched balance of life.
so here I move, toward a freeing truth that never
bore me anything short of sweetness and
warmth - the man who would always
understand my
love
heart
tattoo.
- Charlotte Griffiths
Note: This is one of my first named poems to ever be released, something which has taken me a lot of courage to finally do. Here's to a new chapter in my own life!
Published by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
Written by Charlotte E.E. Griffiths
7 years ago 
