“Trust you to trust
Someone like me,” she bites back
Her eyes glaring with a hollow where her faith in herself
Should’ve been. If she were a god
She’d be an atheist.
“I don’t see myself
Being anywhere but here with you.”
Silly, silly boy who’d put her on a pedestal so high even she
Couldn’t climb it. If she were a god
He’d be a fanatic.
“I’ll do you nothing
But harm. You’ll be covered in scars
By the time I’m done with you.” Worthless. She felt worthless
She wished she could make him
Happy. She can’t. Never.
He took his arm and
Brushed it against a sharp edge, blood
Dripping relentlessly. She gasped, “What the **** You– are you
Suicidal? Because even I’m not
That ****** up, seriously.”
He chuckled dryly, stepped
Towards her, smearing blood on the sleeve
Of her wedding dress. The warm breath on her reeked of sincerity
For once. “Trust me,” he whispered,
“You’re worth suffering for.”
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Sprawled across the floor of my room
I feel drained. So empty that I feel
The sides of my body collapsing inward
I’m imploding.
It’s been a while since I have stargazed.
Danced in the rain. Written a poem.
I don’t feel butterflies because the inside
Of my stomach is so ******* cold
Why wouldn’t they in their right mind
Migrate to warmer weathers?
Someone once said I’m light, wondered
If I had low bone density. Maybe.
Or maybe I’m so hollow inside that I weigh
Nothing. My soul went on a diet of kale and
Crushed hopes. Got devastated in a game of pong
As I chugged down cups and cups of bitter reality
Late into the night. **** my 10 11 12.
This tastes worse than Keystone.
I’m ********* I’m imploding.
Good Sam me.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC