My Stop Sign

I always come back to your arms darling
When I most need something to help me stay afloat
I wish I could reach out and hold your face close to my chest
I always find myself looking for museums in people
Something beautiful to watch, something to reiterate my pain to
But I have only ever seen these kinds of wounds inside your notebooks
I could never speak of them
I walked down the stairs of the most beautiful gardens
But after beauty came out of her shells to celebrate my triumph
I went after the martyrdom
My last stop sign on my way to hell was you
And why was I dragging myself down to hell?
Nobody will ever know
You have a way of painting the cracks all over my heart golden
Maybe that’s why I love running back to you
Through the fields of daisies and lilies in my back garden,
I have only ever recognised your nectar as my favourite
No one will have my heart on their silver platter but you

Eliah Leon
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 03/14/2023

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