Monotone

Monotone Nov 2021

Her skin glistened in the light,
and so they thought her beautiful.
But that same glistening blinded them,
they no longer guarded their hearts.
And that was when she struck,
leaving behind a trail of blood and tears.

Monotone Nov 2021

A Walking Plague

I want to reach inside my body
to rip out my heart.
I want to put it in a locked box,
one I cannot access.
I want to stop feeling,
so maybe I won't always hurt.
I want to be free from myself,
because I am the embodiment of pain.

I am a walking plague,
and maybe if I remove my heart,
no one else will be poisoned.

Monotone Oct 2021

I don’t exist for you

What I put on my body is not up to you.
It’s not about you in the slightest.
So shut the **** up, and move on.
This is me. Whether you like it or not.
I’m not your little puppet.
My existence isn’t dedicated to you.
So *******.
I have my own struggles-
Stop making them about you.
They’re not.

Monotone Oct 2021

Externalize

I can’t stop shaking.
Everything hurts- emotionally.
And I can’t stop shaking.
I want to scream,
Or hurt physically,
Or something to just externalize my pain.
But I can’t,
So I sit here and shake.

Monotone Oct 2021

Accept

Accept me.
Let me be me.
Stop forcing yourself on me.
I am my own person.
Just ******* accept me.
Just care about me.
Just support me.
I am me, not you.
So please,
Just accept me.

Monotone Oct 2021

Done Making You Mine

I am not your priority.
You do not make time for me.
And because of that,
I have to leave.
If you wanted me to stay,
You’d do something to keep me.
But you’re not-
I’m not your priority,
And so I’m done making you mine.

Monotone Oct 2021

Maybe Love Is A Lie

Maybe love is just a concept,
something that we’ll never truly obtain.
A theory- if you will.
One that we’ve tested and tested for-
No luck.
Maybe love isn’t real.
We want it to be so badly.
We want to be needed and cherished so bad.
But maybe- maybe it’s impossible.
To need and cherish someone to that extent,
and for them to reciprocate it.
Maybe love is a lie.
Maybe we’re disguising our feelings,
giving them one broad term ‘love.’
Maybe love is just a concept.