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Yesterday, my psyche took a beating,
Today, I feel like a bruise
That is past its angry, blue-black peak
And throbs with a dull, distracting ache.

Like the aftermath of a storm
When the formerly purple clouds lighten
But still threaten a final, farewell wetting.

That's me, a bruise of many hues
Across a canvas of undetermined mood,
Turbulent, fierce, bleeding still,
Close to the surface, threatening to break.
 Dec 2013 My name is Heaven
-
You started this stupid war
And I'm ending it here
© Natali Veronica 2013.

There's no point writing a ****** response to a person's mean words.
Despite being called names, I'm not gonna say anything hurtful back.
Call me whatever you want, label me whatever the hell you want,
I know myself better than anyone else ever will. So, yeah.
 Dec 2013 My name is Heaven
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The reason I fell so hard
Was because I thought
That you were a guy
Not a girl spinning me
Into her web of lies
You seemed genuine
And I fell for you
But now your words
Have no meaning
Because you
Weren't you
© Natali Veronica 2013.

wrote this months ago. seems relevant still.
You said it.
You finally said it.
Depression.
Was that so hard?
It's just a three syllable word
This time, the word didn't fall off your tongue
Dripping with disdain
And your eyes weren't glassy
And your body wasn't rigid
Your eyes were wild
But it rolled right off your tongue
What did it taste like?
Like freedom?
Because that's what it felt like to me
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