Sloane McManemy

Sloane McManemy May 2014

****

Everyone is always so afraid of getting hurt
but jesus christ
i wanna fall in love with someone who will never love me back
put my heart in his hands and clutch my chest
as he tears it apart
i'll let him reach into my rib cage and break every bone
when i kiss you
i hope you bit my tong till i bleed
and beg you to stop
everyone is so scared of pain
but you need pain
because on those nights when you sit on you bedroom floor
convinced that you're dead
and that there is nothing inside you
those old text from him will still make you cry
and that picture of you two kissing in the rain
will make you scream
and it'll hurt like hell
but ****
at least you're feeling something

Sloane McManemy May 2014

Running

I remember the last day you were here
You've been running since that day
and you still expect apologies for frightening you
with captured sunlight in the cracks of my hands
you went on and on
about how I was frighteningly impressive
that you'd stop only actually saying things
to me through poems

Sloane McManemy May 2014

But ******* it

But ******* it
we can't love with out a bottle of *****
in our hands
and the truth that we have been searching for
we swallowed that a long time ago
in fact
we probably swallowed it when we
finished that last bottle
and mom and dad
we don't know who they are anymore
daddy doesn't talk
and mommy doesn't smile
and i know that some days my smile looks like my falling family
but the truth is
i"m okay with it
because once you're here too
five feet from the finish line
but you can't finish because you don't want whats on the other side
I will still be sitting here too
with a bottle of ***** in my hand
but ******* it
I know it is what I truly deserve

Sloane McManemy May 2014

Lies

My mother told me
the color blue never lies
but on the nights when
she says she
doesn't miss you
i can still catch her
humming the color of
your
cold
blue
eyes

Sloane McManemy Apr 2014

Gravity

I can recant how you told me
how one day
you'd show gravity who is boss
but your feet still
haven't left the ground
and i can still
hear god laughing

Sloane McManemy Apr 2014

Untitled

I can't remember it much
But it was just last night

Hello I am only three
My mommy and daddy
They don't like me
His voice is so angry
And her words are so sharp
I hide in my room
Until I hear the car doors
And suddenly I know
This is all too soon
I press my little cheeks against the door
But it's already too late
He's standing on my floor
Now I wish I was good enough
Maybe daddy wouldn't hit me
If I was a boy
And maybe mommy would stop yelling
I'm not her toy
I am only three
Young and proud
But tonight was the night that they both murdered me

This is to my friends little brother who was killed at three in an abusive home.
Miss ya jake. We love you.

Sloane McManemy Apr 2014

Whisper

I remember the day
you told me you wanted to
whisper prophecies in my ear
you said you wanted
me to know
what the trees would say
should they ever have a voice