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