I'd give anything to be the blade between her teeth, to be the irony that inspires her unease As she drifts unwillingly and tastes of salt and sea- foam dreams, Stars fall upon our cheeks, While she speaks in tongues like winds from east and I sit quietly sipping on every note that she can sing.
I wanted to die in the trees Shed my broken skin like ***** ticks and fleas Have my spirit dog the falling leaves While branches dip themselves in grief
He took my hand, And led me up the stairs. Past his younger brother That I went to school with. When we got to his room He threw me against walls Grabbed my hair Slammed my head against the bed post. I stayed quiet, Because no one Will hear me whimper like A wounded animal.
You always slip away, like dirt within a drain, Like a knot above the doorway, like the hurt before the pain, You resign yourself to irony, resign yourself to rest Like knives beneath my pillowcase, *Like daggers in my head.
Short hair, Framing a face in greasy locks Colourless eyes, That are drenched in more shades than I've ever seen I make no effort as of late to appear invested. Clothes hang off of a sunken frame, That once seemed appealing I guess I'm a bit delapitated.
Everything burns Because I'm never given peace. They grab ahold of my heartstrings And tie them in knots Around my lungs. I think im suffocating So they pull back my flesh That seemed too tight against weary bones. Its agonizing, Please, stop But my tongue swells Like a corpses And my words are Trapped by choking noises.
These scars That cloak my body And comforted my darkened mind Have cost me more than you can imagine. They have soured my tongue With the taste of self hate and shame. I am numb I am cold And each silver slit Is a secret That no one wants To see.
And, uh, do the boys mind when you kiss them with that thing on your lip? I smiled, laughed. Graceful with my mask. Well, I haven't kissed a boy with it yet- but the girls dont mind.
I am a porcelain doll My small hands are fragile, So I let no one touch them. I try not to blink Because my eyelids scraping against marble Is a sound that unnerves me. I am a stop animation film In my first language Twisting tongues.
I'm in an affair with words, Because they grip me on my darkest nights, and give me something to chew on when I'm hungry They provide themselves up as sacrifices To my God When I tell the priest to **** himself. They excite, and escape me like a teasing lover- But they always come back. I will love no one Like I love their words.
We sat tossing breath at darkened windows A bottle to my mouth And lyrics spinning out from yours Dancing in conversation Next to trash in the back seat.
If you knew about my P.D. And how I still undertake a fifty hour work week. I graduated early. I even smile a strangers now, dzia dzie. We still miss you. I still hurt. But life got better. **Actually ******* better
April stole my sister, And all her breath and youth. You stole all my smiles But left what you cant use. My heart sits here so heavily My bottles feeling light This darkness holds my heart But my body holds the night