My heart will stay in a cryptic memory,
tainted to the touch but cold to the
core,
what my heart use to dwell on the faintest lies
spread across lips stained to
perfection,
now burns with kerosene through MY hopes
and MY dreams,
tearing through mY flesh and crying out
MY lies,
hoping for everything to be okay in my eyes,
but then at the same time walk with a broken smile
and not a hand to hold me through the times that I needed
it the most,
my Superman was never there when I
needed him to save me from myself,
have me mixed up on what's real or not,
kept me guessing on when to walk on eggshells,
when to speak or when to just let go.
I've thrown my heart into countless lessons of
broken hearts and so I've locked my
feelings up tight...away from anyone so they
won't hurt me...my heart will stay as a cryptic memory
far away...for no one to see.
Elizabeth Tyease Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cryptic-memory/
