One night soon
someone
will strike a match
on a stone
and read my name.

I saw war machines between the clouds
and while the sky was burning
people on the ground were living carelessly,
ignoring the Apocalypse above.

I saw a madman hysterically laughing and dancing
amongst  people with bleeding smiles
and I, as one of them,
was wandering by the river,
watching, listening,
not knowing if anything was real.

(A stranger took a picture of me
and I felt pretty.)

Then finding myself in the middle of nowhere
I saw demons burning everything I owned
—a poem, a dress, and your picture—
My legs frightened running and running and running
until my body touched the ground.
Breathless, suffocating,
I knew then
that it was the end.

Be the one who makes the scars fade
.
.
.
Not the one who creates new from foolish mistakes
.
.
Protect the ones you love

Have you put on weight?
(I'm fat!)
Your eyebrows aint straight
(Oh drat!)
What are you wearing?
(I'm a mess)
Your hair is wavy!
(Birds nest)
Your teeth are crooked
(Can't smile)
Your nose is hooked
(Sh*te!!!)
Your nails are cracked
(Please stop)
Your face looks smacked
(I can't cope)
Your ears are too big
(I wanna cry)
I'm only kidding hahaha
(I wanna die)

The glass broke
Into shards of a zillion pieces
Like memories spread in front of me
Sunlight glistened
I watched them sparkling
Dancing colourful lights
I was memorised
Like watching stars in daylight
My own private moment
There I stood
And the room became still
As the sun disappeared
I got the broom
And swept the memories away

Sticks and stones
May break my bones
But your words destroyed my soul

One day your pain will no longer matter
As you will no longer exist
All this pain you carried like a martyr
Will be for nothing