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tatum-tipp
16/Cisgender Female/United States A poet since I was 11 <3
forgive me, mother for i have sinned i let the boy you warned me about in not just into my body but into my thoughts my breath my dreams i let him press his mouth against my skin i told myself it was love that maybe if i stayed quiet enough still enough holy enough God wouldn't see. but i felt Him watching. and i felt my dignity dying the weight of every lesson you've ever taught me raining down onto me in an instant be pure for your husband. be good. be better than your temptations i tried, mother. God, i tried. but he held me in his arms like i was a sacred artifact and i wanted to so badly believe i was even if just for a moment even if it was all a lie afterwards, i wiped the lipstick from my mouth as if it could undo the way i melted when he crooned my name i lit a candle. i knelt on my knees until they ached i whispered apologies to God in a dark room, wearing clothes that smelt like him i haven't looked you in the eye since, mother i'm not even sure if it's shame or the fear that you'll see the truth written on my skin like scripture: that i wanted to be touched that i wanted to be chosen even if it meant i'd be ruined. so forgive me, mother not because i deserve it but because i now understand i'll never be whole again because i feel him in the places where a rosary should rest because i know now what i'd done and i hold it as i hold a hymnal in church. because of the words stuck inside my throat. forgive me, mother i let him in, i let him in.
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Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
forgive me, mother, for i have sinned.
i think it’s ‘cause i’ve never had a boy to call my own no whispered names, no midnight texts no ache i’ve ever known maybe that’s why i can’t quite grasp why beautiful girls stay my little sister and dearest friends when what they call “love” turns dull and gray he speaks in thorns not petals soft and yet they hold on tight. is it fear of being all alone or hope that he’ll make it right? and here i am untouched by blinding love can only stand and see how strange it is to love someone when they bring you only harm.
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 10:45 PM UTC
unkissed (poor me)
is it something in the water? or the way they’re taught to win? “if she tells you no, keep trying.” as if love is a door that needs to be kicked in. even my father with his anger loud, burning, and red. as well as my brothers one who inherited my father’s anger and the other who thinks **** jokes are funny. and the boys i grow to love with gentle hands and painful ignorance they are all evil in some way. not always with cruel intentions but with neglectfulness. in making promises like they’re disposable. in the way they leave without calling it leaving. i used to think it was just my bad luck how they are raised how they are forgiven or how they aren’t how they are never told they’ve hurt someone until she tells them. until she weeps before their eyes. and asks them what she did wrong.
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May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 6:17 PM UTC
why are all men evil in some way?
don’t say you love me please, it’s all that i ask of you i am selfish, i am cruel and i hurt those i hold dear i hurt myself and get scared when i open up although with you, i am not scared to open up… but one day if i get angry and say something i don’t mean you will not see me the same i am the oldest daughter i will get angry, my darling, so do not tell me i will not that i won’t scare you away don’t say you love me in fact, don’t even act like you do i can’t understand how you can just stand there quietly smiling and let me ramble about everything that has mildly affected me in the past two years… you told me that i could talk about whatever i wanted to that i could let it all out and i almost cried. because those words showed me that you cared. and i’m forever thankful that you do but i still mean it when i tell you don’t say that you love me because i know one day that i will do something wrong and if i can avoid hurting you, it would be everything to me. for i could stand here for hours and list the reasons why you should not tell me that you love me but yet i sit here and i love you. this is how i am selfish and i am cruel. and my sweet i hold you dear.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 12:50 PM UTC
don't say you love me.