You call yourself a person but you're not a human
Can't put you on the same level as animals because they know better
It was monster versus angel-haired cub
Not now
She has the bite of a lioness and the pride of one too
You'll learn the meaning of "no"
When she drags you through the tall grass
Your life between her teeth
The other ones growling, hungry to rip your spine out if you really even have one
Threw a one hundred dollar bill at her that night like her body was a commodity
Claws that will have you wishing you were already torn up
(b.n)
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
Whistling through your teeth
What a nice body I have? What a beautiful face I have?
Wolves are always hunting but
I'm not 11, 16, 17 anymore
I'm not little red riding hood and
I will draw blood before you
Don't call me anything you wouldn't want to hear your mother called
Private playground
Trespassers shot on sight
Animals like you are hunted by girls - no
by women like me
My conviction rate is 100 percent these days
Wolf, one day you'll prey on the wrong princess
You can't huff and puff
Blow down a castle
Animals like you rot in cages
(B.N)
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
I only pick up a pen when my life is crumbling
It's been months
and last night I wrote 27 pages but ripped each one up like trying to keep secrets from myself
I guess I am tired of overflowing
Leaky tap with no fix
People are sick, ripping wings off everything
Angel wings don't grow back
I tried to convince myself — "if you break it, you buy it"
But I knew he couldn't afford me
I sit like fine tea cups in the cabinet
waiting and waiting
You picked me up, touched me like I was glass
but now
I bite my nails, I cry in my sleep
Glass breaks — and he has become
quite purposefully, intentionally clumsy
(B.N)
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Everything is the colour of soft orange sun
Peeking through my curtain at 7am
I have written words on his skin
with my fingertips while he sleeps
Mainly "I love you" over and over again
and his body smells like home
Feels like the kind of warmth people spend their lives searching for
Every touch feels like a petal brushing against me
and I wonder if he knows he was made by angels or something
with a face like that
Beyond things of this planet
I can feel my heart turn into a hive
Some people get butterflies
I have honeybee's
making my insides drip with gold syrup
b.n
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
I am tired of opening my eyes and thinking about what I will say to make your day better when you could care less how my days end and
I wish you would have looked up the definition of forever before saying it to me and making a promise out of it
I have tried to love you unconditionally and you take advantage of it and if you cared about how I really felt you would know I cry myself to sleep every night on your side of the bed
Wondering what I did to deserve being called nuts for expressing my feelings
Wondering what I did to make you feel so unhappy with me and if you're not, it sure seems that way
Wondering why you're still falling asleep beside me
And I am losing reasons to try because every "I love you so much" is silenced by your inability to see it
And every time you say "I'm so happy" now I'll know it's a lie and how can you trust someone who is lying to you
I'll keep wondering what it was I did to deserve it all
(b.n)
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
His hand is wrapped around the steering wheel and he only lets go of mine when he has to turn a corner never leaving my palm empty for more than a moment and that's how I want it to be forever
I wake up and he has most of the blankets but he can have whatever he wants as long as he's beside me, even the duvet
I didn't brush my hair yet, and he talks about our life together, looks at me like I've never looked so beautiful, paints me with his lips and gives me another one hundred reasons to smile
Gives me another two hundred reasons to believe in a higher power because people don't just get this lucky
Being loved by him is like living in a world, just us two, running between white sheets swirling on a clothes line, windy and soft
Until we collapse for sleep but dream of each other even if we're in the same bed
Pulls me back to him in the morning if I've rolled to the other side, like even a few inches is too far away
I only have to whisper and he's there, never had to shout for his affection
He looks over at me in the passenger seat, oblivious I'm writing this, smiles at me and I feel the future falling into place
{B.N}
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
I never liked being the muse
Never cared to be the subject of your poetry
You'd call me your "first" love
but you weren't even one of mine
and for that I'm sorry because I was always just looking for a heart to break when I was bored
That summer I was bored often
You were rough with your poems
Telling me of the adventures we would have upon meeting but I was thankful there was an ocean between us
And I was gentle with every rejection of the words "I love you"
You were too small-town for New York
I went there alone
And Paris for lovers? Cliche
Each day you would spend time
Writing down everything you adored about me
And I showered you in false appreciation
That summer I was bored often
And I'm sorry you were my form of entertainment
You refer to me as your "first" love
But you are not even one of mine
( b.n )
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC