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There's a story at the tips of your fingers, where the paint has dried upon your skin, where the ridges of each printed flesh is filled with golden yellow hues. Tell me, beautiful girl, have you found the strength to paint your own sun?
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #6 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
Tell me, does it break your heart to know that if you had stayed, you wouldn't be alone now - that you'd have a woman who loves you enough not to leave you for someone else?
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #8 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
I guess the tides against us were just too strong for us to make it to shore.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #10 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
As I stood by the edge of the cliff, as the sea crushed against the rocks below, as the waters turned darker more, as the air and the wind bellowed across the shore, I heard the voice of the world calling me - telling me to let my pain go. And so I shout as loudly as I can, the source of all my grief and pain. A single word. A single story. A single end. Your name.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #11 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
I held on to dust, hoping beyond hope that somehow the world will bring together each speck and make me whole again.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #12 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
She loved you the way Sorrow loved Death.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #14 Charlene Pablo ( via @inevitable-realities )
I don’t think I ever really loved you the right way. But then again you never really loved me at all.
My Heart Bleeds Poetry #38
Charlene Pablo
Tenebrous
AN: I’ve always wanted to write a poem with the word tenebrous woven throughout and I’m so glad that it finally came to me after a year or searching for the right words. 💜 Also, I accept poetry requests or commissions, just send it along in my ASK box. :D
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You are tenebrous in the way you hold me Hands cradling my body like I’m the owner of a broken wing. The words you whisper in my ear jagged, pinching off In a wince as you push me away, and I’m left standing Alone searching for you in the chamber of my mind. You are tenebrous in the way you kiss me Gently at first and then with more force Like your trying to take my oxygen and heal Yourself, but I’m tired so tired of being your Emotional outlet, but I’ll keep panting in hopes It soothes the crease between your brows And keeps you happy when we’re together. You are tenebrous in the way you talk to me Some days it feels like those three little words I’ve waited to hear for so long are right there doing A balancing act on your tongue, but right before they fall, You jerk them back and move on to something you didn’t Mean to say at all leaving me aching and hungry to hear it Just hear it once. You are tenebrous as the nightmares that haunt me In which you don’t exist and the world without you Is a pained grief-stricken cry, the sunlight snuffed out As I’m caught in the never ending night wondering if love Is alive in you—capable of growing in you—or if it was just Some feverish dream that I dreamt when I was sick and had A fever of 102.
You are tenebrous and I realize now that I never once Had you, and that you never once loved me because you aren’t Capable of love—not yet that is—because you are a spring Shriveled by the cold winter’s breeze, the love you once housed No longer warming your fingers as they brush the tears from my cheek. You are tenebrous, Hard to understand, Vague, obscure, and Drenched in the shadows Of the past that riddles you With scars and stains your skin With an inky blue mark reminding me That our love was only ever tenebrous.
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