A constant contradiction of your thoughts
And division of your soul.
Paper cuts will scar your skin,
And fill your ink well up with blood
So you have no choice but to write from your heart.
It means you cry and lie
And lay awake each night
Thinking of new ways and new words
To hurt you and heal you all at once.
It makes it so that the beat of the stanzas
Is a heartbeat,
Hammering in time with your own
And speaking to you about every moment
That you have been compelled to pen.
It means breaking yourself apart
Into ink and sharp shards
Small enough not to cut anyone
And maybe those foolish and wonderful enough
To try piecing you together.
Everything brings Doctor Who to mind if you are as obsessed with it as I am.
This poem is so the Doctor because he is the last Time Lord, and he acts so happy to try and forget his past, but he's really sad and lonely inside and he keeps losing everyone he's ever loved. Gawd, it's so sad. This makes me think of him writing some beautiful thing from both his hearts. Do you watch Doctor Who?
To hurt you and heal you all at once."
This is a great insight into a writer. In fact, I think this poem has some potential. If you're interested in possibly getting this poem published, I'm working with FanaticalPublishing and I believe this could be a good match! If you're interested, just send me a private message and we can go over details.
No matter what, nice work!