Thespian

The kisses you gave me were
promises you didn’t mean.
There I was, like a Thespian,
pretending your kisses can
give me wings, but truly they
were a metal case, clamping
over my heart and lungs. Teach
me how to breathe through my
skin. I don’t ever want to
use my lips again.

*Thespian – For © Our Poetry Journey Contest

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Resilient heart

Look at how long this heart
can hold its breath. No kind
of pain can suffocate it.
It is so resilient, so strong,
stronger than my mind and
the grasp I have on any soft
thing that’s left inside of me.

*For May Musings hosted by @psych786angel
#psychangelmay18

I am afraid

I am afraid that you will keep trying to open me up
only to find out what haunts me nightly.
I am afraid that you will only see how
I am composed of just trivial things like bones and muscle,
blood and sinew. I am afraid that you will wear out my heart
every time you make it beat beat beat
ninety six times every sixty seconds
when you’re around.
I am afraid.