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Jo Baez Feb 2016
We danced & intertwined like experienced virgins on her bedroom sheets.
Copulation ignited, Seemed like fantasy.  
She gave birth to love but in the end.
She regrets calling off the abortion.
Jo Baez Feb 2016
I stopped having nightmares & started daydreaming.
As I stepped off the ledge to fall head first into this dormant abyss.
Lucky me, I ate black bird feathers, and started growing wings.
It's easier done than said.
I woke up to a stranger to myself.
Like riddles in form of DNA strands.
My thoughts shape shifting.
so I never know what to say when someone starts to ask
"How you been"
Jo Baez Feb 2016
I wrote merit words like "love, regret, hate, sorry"
Then it turned to short run-on sentences like" forgive me, I say sorry more than I mean it, I ******* hate you, "on black & blue balloons. I tied them to your limbs to keep you balanced.
But one day I came back to cut the strings and as I they flew through a sea like sky.
I realized I can't take them back now.
Jo Baez Feb 2016
Reality feels surreal on dry eyes.
Like a bed of withered flowers growing in my brain.
I'm ******* on melancholy memories.
Got a death wish but death wished to **** me slowly.
Times the real reaper.
Scythes made of minutes & hours.
But I wane the hands on the clock like  frozen time frames.
Jo Baez Feb 2016
I said I could be the most neutral person in the world but jealousy, uncertainty , insecurity, will always come unexpectedly, and naturally.
I said "it's not that I don't trust you.
I just won't  ever sink my teeth into the idea.
That I found a person that made me feel like I'm floating on water."
And the thought of her finding better or deserving greater.
Will always come as an itch in my brain,
that I cannot scratch.
Jo Baez Feb 2016
I cut her vocal chords & stitched her mouth shut.
To keep her voice from emanating like petrichor.
I stored her echoes inside a music box to sing me to sleep.
Jo Baez Feb 2016
.I pulled my eyelids out with my fingertips.
Trying to find a dim light in the this pitch blackness.
Shadows swimming in my
allegory.
I'm eating my problems, & my sorrows, to feed my hollow
starving stomach.
I could puke a gazillion ways to solve them.
Yet I still isolate the truth by eating my silence & stitching my mouth shut.
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