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basil Dec 2020
i wanted to write about
how my fingernails take off my skin at night
or how i leave bruises in places i hate

i still want to scream about how i don't use knives, anymore
and tell you all the lies that let me get away with my own
self destruction

all these scars that have explanations
i'm nearly exploding
and the words will surely splatter on the wall



but i don't want you to mistake a poem
for an instruction manual
please take care, love. you are precious and you don't deserve the hurt. maybe one day i'll take my own advice, but for now i'm giving it to you <3
basil Dec 2020
when it is my time to be ruined
break me like a promise
basil Dec 2020
sometimes
i wish you were the poet
because sometimes
i just want to be the poem
basil Dec 2020
the only things i never outgrew
were the growing pains
this is stupid.
basil Dec 2020
there are some things i wish i could forget
like the calories in a stick of gum
or your phone number beneath my fingers
four calories. but i rip them in half.
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