Vunerable

Vunerable.

Thats how I feel.

I've said everything I can,

Done everything that needs doing.

I've put myself out there.

 

And now I wait.

My heart on the line.

 

Its now up to you.

I've left the decision in your hands.

Take it or leave it.

But once you decide,

It's final.

 

And so I wait.

The tears start to come,

The time slowly passing,

As I strain to hear your answer.

 

My chest, my heart,

Ripped open like a wound,

Needing to be healed.

Like that wound vunerable to virus, disease, and infection.

My heart stands open,

Vunerable to heartbreak, indecision, and failure.

 

 

Author's Note

This was written hastily, and I did not re-read it. Constructive criticism please!

Reviews

[ThisLullaby]

Wow, this is really good and speaks to me. constructive criticism? about what? ha, this is amazing

[MoonlitAngel]

'Deside' is spelled decide.

Very tragic, once more. This produces such heartbreaking sorrow in the readers mind, it's hard not to cry. I think this is one of the few poems that have made me this sad. Possibly because I have felt this way, I do feel this way, or whatever else is relatable here. Amazing write.

--Blood