Heartstrings

My patchwork heart is stained
Soaked by my sins and each separate square is held in place
By pins that threaten to slip with every heartbeat

And each thread is worn
Discoloured by age and by love and by rage and 
By shades of expectations they eventually frayed

Fragile and failing
The hues have dulled with dirt and desire and
It beats like its bursting or it actually wants to

But not an explosion
More tired abandon than expel of emotion
A stuttering stop to exhausting devotion

Between each breath the seams relax
And for that short release the tainted strings lay at ease
And await the pull of

another 

heavy 

beat.


5 comments:

Anonymous | 4 December 2012 at 18:37

i love you!

Anonymous | 4 December 2012 at 18:55

It's just gorgeous.

Anonymous | 4 December 2012 at 19:35

Alien high as fuck. Making poems and shit.

Qiez Medusa AR | 5 December 2012 at 03:00

honestly, my heart palpitated like mad while I went through these heart wrenching verses. Are you sure you're 19, Arief? You sounded like a 49 y.old man who had gone through several miserable relationships to be able to come up with something as 'raw' as this piece!

Arief | 6 December 2012 at 22:46

Well that's what my birth certificate says. Haha I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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