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Tell me what it is like
to quit your house in silence
to wander invisibly
among friends and dear ones.
do you hear that silent welled up tear?
do you smell that hurt in me?
it seems like yesterday that we joked and laughed
at silly little things
loud and ribald
now that laughter seems raucous
and empty and cruel,
as if echoing from some bottomless cavern
something hurts deep within
as you return again and again;
your impish eyes and naughty grin
taunt and haunt...
How is it that even a happy memory is painful?
Maybe now you know
Maybe now you can tell me everything i want to know.
Farewell, my friend.
Even if you didn't feel it necessary to say so.
My mother warned me about the monsters underneath my bed
And the ones hiding in my closest
She told me about the monsters in the world too
The ones that would take advantage of me
And possibly **** me
She never warned me about the monsters
With a perfect waterfall of hair
And shimmering magenta lips
She never warned me about the monsters with a perfect smile
And eyes that shine as brilliantly as the moon
Or the monsters with freckles that drape like constellations on their cheek bones
And the monsters that look at you with a piercing gaze it hurts to breathe
She forgot to warn me about monsters with soft skin
and devious minds
The monsters who walk so elegantly and taunt me with the swaying of their hips
The monsters that creep under my skin and speak gentle words into my ear
Mommy why didn't you warn me about the monsters that don't look like monsters at all?
The monsters that lure me in with their beauty and eat me alive
Until they've managed to rip open my sternum and take my heart

— The End —