I wrote this poem once I realized that my wounds were deep enough to ruin me. My ego was holding me back from love so I had to give it up.
To be loved, you must know to love yourself. Face those things that are in question to experience real love, or bleed out from wounds of deceit.
I had to reveal my vulnerabilities to give myself a chance.
As you read this excerpt, I encourage you to give yourself a chance.
So many wounds
I bleed from the flesh
My soul awaits in a tomb
Wrapped in my own inequity
My simile is a mystery
This same charm has caused me harm
Love is a pawn, a sacrificial piece
To retain is to give a part of me
It gets deep
Willing to figure it out
Can’t help but have my doubts
I’ve been let down and the bearer of bad news
I’ve also been the one they say…
“Hmmm he ain’t nothing but bad news”
You know those type of dudes
Walking around knowing they got plenty to choose
Switch women like women switch shoes
In the midst of that, I’ve lost myself
An esquire palace robe stained with none else, top shelf vineyards finest
Drunk on my own highness
In reality, I am below. For I fear my own sentiments
My feelings revealed when I am hesitant
Vulnerability scales on the Richter
I’m taking all my baggage on vacation claiming to be free
Doomed with frustrations
My fate, faith, and complex of where I’ll be someday
Will I be alone… A castaway?
I imagine being with you
Because I can be with you
Giving me to you and you taking a part of me
Realms of intimacy could be unveiled to us…
(to be continued...)
This is an excerpt from Martingly's upcoming book “Lyrical Therapy." Be on the lookout for the release date! You may contact Martingly by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org