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Why can’t I breathe When you get near me Why can’t I speak When you say: “I’m listening’” Why can’t I be The one to cut this off Strike a match against The wall and burn everything Reminding me of the way you Hold me down at night Your eyes bulging From their sockets Insanity tainting Your touch. Why… Why… Why… Do I take it? Why do I let you Take and take Till I’m empty, Numb and can Only smile Teeth bloody Cheeks aching Soul raw and torn. Why… Why… Why…. Why can’t I let you go? Am I really so addicted to the pain That I can’t escape your vices and Keep on drinking from the fountains of your eyes -- is this the price of love Taken from the very hand of Hades. Why….

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.