Your Poetry Sucks
but it’s too weak
to leave the bruises I desire
along my thighs.
It doesn’t catch a hold of me
and leave claw marks
down my back.
No, your poetry sucks, love,
but not enough
to please my appetite.
Because It’s All You Know
Build fantasy lives,
pretend that they’re real,
and tell yourself
that you don’t deserve better.
The Ground is Coated With Flower Slivers
The flowers are breaking,
cracking in two,
and who are you to tell them to grow
when they fall to pieces
as they reach for the sky.
Shatter little petals,
your shards will be mourned
by the ones who made you reach for the stars
in the first place.
Here One Second, Gone the Next
Time,
what a flimsy thing it is.
Now it stretches out before us,
an ocean of years, months, days..
even seconds.
Then,
without rhyme or reason,
it’s cut short,
gone without a second thought.
Then you look back
and you wonder why,
why you didn’t spend it wisely
in the first place.
The Ground is Coated With Flower Slivers
The flowers are breaking,
cracking in two,
and who are you to tell them to grow
when they fall to pieces
as they reach for the sky.
Shatter little petals,
your shards will be mourned
by the ones who made you reach for the stars
in the first place.
You made a mistake
On the day that you met me and lost your way
You saw all the signs
But you let it go
You closed your eyes
I shoulda told you to leave
Cause I knew all the time you couldn’t handle me
But you’re hard to resist
When you’re on your knees
Begging me
Chorus:
I tear you down
I’ll make you bleed eternally
Can’t help myself
From hurting you when it’s hurting me
I don’t have wings
So flyin with me won’t be easy
Cause I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
Hate being that wall
That you hit when you feel like you gave it all
I keep taking the blame
When we both know that I’ll never change
Chorus:
I tear you down
I’ll make you bleed eternally
Can’t help myself
From hurting you when it’s hurting me
I don’t have wings
So flyin with me won’t be easy
Cause I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
I wasn’t always this way
I used to be the one with the halo
But that disappeared when I had my first taste
And fell from grace
It left me in this place
I’m starting to think maybe you like it
Chorus:
I tear you down
I’ll make you bleed eternally
Can’t help myself
From hurting you when it’s hurting me
I don’t have wings
So flyin with me won’t be easy
Cause I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
I’m not an angel
It Hurts to be Real
Feeling every emotion,
every thought,
like it was a physical blow.
I am no longer numb,
and sometimes I think
I preferred physical pain
because that I can at least pretend
isn’t real.
Sudden Explosion
I was only ever nice to you,
I thought we were friends.
I’ve told you things
I haven’t told anyone else.
I trusted you,
did you think it was a lie?
I’ve never been better than you,
I truly hope you know that.
I’ve only ever wanted to know
who you were,
but you never showed me
and I was left entirely in the dark.
Red and White
It’s a wonder you can’t see
the white of their delicate bones,
hardly concealed under the translucent skin that covers them.
The way they draw, red ink spilled by knives and pins,
over their bodies- it’s a wonder there’s any skin left.
One could imagine the horror it would be
if one of those tiny bones slipped out,
revealing itself to the world,
but they’re careful,
only wishing to see red,
and keeping the white well hidden.
Backwards
I’ve learned to cry backwards
so that the tears flow down
back behind my eyes
and through my insides
so that on the outside
I remain unchanged
while on the inside
I feel like I’m melting.
Slowly Forget
They cried
the day that I died,
tears rolled down their bleak faces.
They remembered me
for all the good things I had been.
They cried
on what would have been my birthday,
and they reminisced
about what had and could have been.
They cried
on the anniversary of my death
because they only remembered me on that day anymore.
They stopped crying
and years after
they continued to forget the girl
that I really had been.
Small Pushes for Freedom
You caught my butterflies,
and then you laughed as their delicate wings
beat against the cage.
You laughed at their struggle
when all they wanted
was to be free once more.
The Little Things
If you knew you only had a few days left-
only so many left to see the sun
rise and set,
to feel the rain touch your skin,
smile at those you love
and those who love you.
If you knew your life was ending,
would you cherish these things?
Or would you try to stop it
and cling to those last few seconds
like they were the only things that mattered to you?
Would you fear your end,
and be ashamed of the outcome of your story?
Or would you die in peace,
knowing you enjoyed the little things
while you still had them.
Help Won’t Come
He loomed over her, glaring down his nose. His hot breath burned her face and made tears sting and prickle behind the backs of her eyes. No, she refused to cry, not in front of Him.
Pain exploded in her face as his fist connected with her nose. Oh God, she thought. He’sreally gonna kill me this time. He’s really gonna do it.There was a crack as he drug her up by her arm, throwing her into the wall. Blood streaked the wallpaper, a few drops fell soundlessly to the floor.
Help me, she thought, but she refused to cry out. No one ever heard her scream anyway. She forced herself to look down at her arm through blurry eyes. It was bent nearly backwards, she could see something white sticking through the skin. She faintly heard him say something hateful behind her.Get up. Just get up, she thought to herself, but she couldn’t. He got closer and she heard a slam, but didn’t feel any new pain. Was it possible that she couldn’t feel anything anymore? No, he hit the wall this time- the plaster rained down on her head from the hole he had made in the wall.
Relief flooded her. He was walking away. He was leaving her alone. As she watched his feet retreat, she gave into the blackness that was swimming at the edges of her vision. Help wouldn’t come, but at least He was gone again.