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Kill me slowly Sep 2015
i kept you in bars
like i kept myself
and wrote poetry on my ribcage for you to read
and i cried when you left
or when you taunted me
but i swear to you, it was not love.
love isn't imprisoning someone;
love is freeing above all else

but
i never told you that
each night when i caught you trying to kiss another through the bars of my bones..

i tried to unhinge you,
unshackle you from my hopes and dreams.
i was letting you go
i was letting you free
i was never a monster, at least not like you.
but you tore away
left without compensation
and now broken bones and bruises are all i have to make up for the goodbyes you never said and the i love you's you never meant.
old poetry
left in the recesses of my mind
to collect dust.
Kill me slowly Sep 2015
busy busy bees
floating from flower to flower
in search of fairy dust,
coating their wings with magical things so they can fly away.

so free
yet subservient,  
like little meteorites they plummet into atmosphere
and break there bones
and when they return from their journey
broken limbs swaying side to side
the
bumble bees with manes like lions
shed there coats
and there wings
and hand over the universe
and the planets

to a hungry
     queen
with
      a belly full
of
     *stars.
i hunger for the things that aren't said
and the words inbetween sentences.

i want to know everything and nothing at all.
Kill me slowly Sep 2015
your hands are pale
fingernails sharpened like swords
hands like shackles;
wrapped around my fleshy ankles
you drag me down to the depths of yourself, and expect me to swim us both to shore
but, the current snapped my bones
and you broke my heart a long time ago..

i am just the sea foam now
the froth that beats against the rocks
like a prisoner against bars.

i'll sacrifice myself to the sharks and the sea monsters,
let them rip my beating heart out
if it means you'll just look the other way.

around you, i am a little girl lost in the waves
trying to call out but no one can hear her

and i swear,

**you will be the death of me.
you're not what i need and this isn't what i wanted
Kill me slowly Aug 2015
intricate grooves
in wood
feel like keys
that take me too
doors i have never seen.
the
indentations,
tell stories
through sweaty fingertips
and numb lips.
time is the leaves that fall out of your ears
while playing a game of peekaboo behind your eyes.

doubt has turned me into an animal,
and love has surely turned my soul into a beast
so to fix this silly little heart of mine
i need to keep myself covered in roots to keep me grounded
and  build up walls of bark around me to stay strong,
swallow my thoughts
with a glass of water
and with a smile on my face
let the thrill of the unknown
and adventure
take over
because

*for today, the forest lives within me.
the world is only incoherent because of our own incompetence.
life speaks loudly only in the ears of those who listen.
Kill me slowly Aug 2015
i wear no mask
no shining armor
you can see through my translucent flesh
i bare no weapon
no hidden intentions
for my skin is as clear as glass
you will look into my eyes and see nothing
except little marbles glazed over with discontent
but the planets are smiling tonight
and they want me to laugh along with them...
so I escape my mortal coils
and
unzip my skin suit, for now.
so I can dance freely
next to Saturn and Jupiter.
and I can push my organs aside
so you can pick and **** at which ever one you'd like to steal next...
i call him mr. nobody
the man who means nothing, to no one
but is constantly trying to be something.
he hates his name.
and each chance he gets he tries to steal mine out from under my nose
he doesn't like to dance
he just watches from the corner
with his eyes on his wristwatch
tick tick ticking time away.
he sliced me open
down the wrists, main artieries, you name it..
so I could make more room for him to weave himself around my bones.
like a **** he grew into my Skelton
and quite simply,
he became me.
he wore my skin like a mask
and used my body to commit crimes
that most people can't even pronounce.
I call him mr. Nobody;
a man,
a man with many faces
who in the dead of night just happened to steal mine.
all you ever did was ruin me
Kill me slowly Aug 2015
ive lost myself.
any remenant of who i was
was killed in the fire that i burned your memory in
all that's left of me now is the ash prints that resemble your hands.

you tried to eat me alive
and i set you ablaze with all the hate i have for this world
and
i'm sorry our spark turned into a wildfire,
i let things get a little out of hand
and i let you inch by inch destroy everything that i loved
i would have extinguished you if you didn't force me into your bed all those nights
i would have stopped you if i had the strength
i can rebuild what ive lost
and find a new king  
to help me rule this world
but when i look in the mirror on nights like these, i don't even see my own eyes looking back at me

you either stole my heart
or

*i
became
you.
.
faces
stolen

many
have
i
Kill me slowly Aug 2015
it's five am
&
the worlds just starting to wake up

but
this silly little heart of mine is still either asleep or numb
ive learned i can't tell the difference.
existential depression is just...wonderful.
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