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Two Become One by Sexy Scarlett

Poetry By: Sexy Scarlett
Poetry



An atypical and somewhat macabre love poem about being afraid to love and trust another after being hurt in the past.

The style when it comes to content and attitude are vastly different from my other poems so visually I wanted to make it different as well.


Submitted:Aug 13, 2012    Reads: 68    Comments: 20    Likes: 9   


 

TWO BECOME ONE

 

i want to give you something

to do with what you wish

i think it’s already yours

but you don’t know it yet

 

hold it gently

for if you drop it, it’ll shatter

i fear it’s already been cracked

one time too many

 

i can’t

she says

for propriety would have me give you mine in return

but it’s in no shape to relocate

 

i’ve mended my own

again and again

don’t you see?

it no longer belongs to me though

 

she clutches her chest

at the sight of the imperfect gift

red droplets paint the floor below

oozing from inadequate repairs

 

he reaches hesitantly

closing the distance between them

to gently peel back the layers

that so valiantly guard her heart

 

she watches in awe

as her memories fall to the floor

floating like innocent feathers

though they are heavy with pain

 

take mine

please i beg you

even if only for a moment

before you throw it away

 

she cradles it in both hands

as if jostling it in the slightest

could cause it to burst

it is her’s now

 

bandaids are not enough

my dear, my love

but i’ll close the gashes

i’ll sew up each one

 

he removes the soiled bandages

opening the wounds ignored for so long

and never completely healed

stitching them with sinews of his own

 

gently he lifts it from her gaping cavity

to slowly transfer it to his

their bloodied hands unite

as they fill her empty fissure together

 

his heart beats happily inside her

and her’s in him

they patch each other up

with promises and dreams

 

the water in a white porcelain tub

sparkling clear to swirled scarlet

as two bodies, now one

rids itself of the gore of the past





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