Caught

My bones were never light,

but you made them heavier.

The way you talked

made my skin fall apart.

Oh, I never stood a chance.

Reviews

[3rd Chance]

In comparison to your other works, this light poem captures very little in the way of your usual dark romantic style, and instead weaves a very simple tale of infatuation - girl meets boy who weighs her down - hidden meaning there? - and as I perceive it - when he speaks she sheds her outer mask and falls into his embrace.

[Ina Waltz]

girl meets girl ;) it's a poem I wrote a year ago and it's not about infatuation as you might think. It's about meeting someone who strips your mind and soul until nothing is left and you fall so deep into depression that you confuse it with love. That's why I used the motive of skin falling apart and bones being heavy- depression mostly feels like that. And in the end the person that's caught into that web of depression reaches the point when she realizes that she's always been too weak to fight it and just gives into that kind of depressive love. Have you read The perks of being a wallflower? "We accept the love we think we deserve." It's like that. :)

[3rd Chance]

Aaah, I vaguely understand it a tad better now. This is one of those poems I'm ill-equipped to advise because I find it difficult to comprehend.