Hey guys! Wrote this new totally awesome poem during band today! Yeah, wrong time but sometimes inspiration just hits you like a ton of bricks, and you can't get them off until you write. So I did.
It's started because I was sorta daydreaming about my crush, but this is not the usual love poem I write. This is darker and more twisted, but still I love poem no the less! You can kind of see some of his traits in the poem, but very loosely. It's more…well, abstract.
The second idea is that when you like someone, they start changing you. You may feel one way about something, but decide to give it a try for them. Or try liking something so you'll have something to talk about. Good or bad changes is not the point. Even if you try not to you'll always walk away with a little part of them, and vice versa. Therefore, from the time you start when you have your first crush to the time you get married, you have been torn apart and rearranged into a completely new person.
Weird, dark, and twisted way in this poem, to the extreme, but sometimes this is how it feels.
Don't pass on by, don't leave me here
Scrutinize, with that leaf green leer
Use your claws to slice my skin
Open me up to see within
A vulnerable life, entrusting you
As flesh pales and rose lips blue
We take our chances, a chance to fall
But pain is better than no feeling at all
Blood of scarlet, rouge, and red
Stop my heart and make me dead
Interchange my thoughts, likes, fears
Make my predilections disappear
Mold my soul to fit to yours
But take a fragment to even scores
Then stitch my mangled limbs, my chest
Weave your colors to make me best
Hold my mind until I wake
And know that I am yours to take
Love me, the evanescent pain
As I arise to new again
See my succumb to a crooked smile
Just promise to stick around awhile
Passion, sweetness, the flaming romancing
Gliding, gossamer, and stark white dancing
If you leave me, I'll let you go
Heart to shatter, seasons snow
Because you leave yourself in I
And vice versa…so take off and fly
Soon someone new will stir me to marrow
Come at me wielding sharpened arrows
To start the exchange with new breath to live
Until there's nothing left to give.