Honesty.
noun
Truthfulness; Sincerity
Do you have an ounce of
Honesty inside of you?
No.

You'd like to think you
Are honest. But you're not.
If you were I wouldn't
Feel this way.

Your words saying
One thing
And your eyes saying
Another

k.m.c

I try to recover
But the demons seem to always win.

Over and over again,
Being pulled under,
With no way up; drowning

I feel as if
they live inside me,
clawing at my insides.

Under and under,
I see them floating,
But I'm just *drowning

The demons inside,

My soul that is,

Eat me alive,

Destroy all I love.

The demons inside,

Turn me inside and out,

Erase every thought,

Until I'm drained throughout.

The demons inside,

Have won the fight,

Take my form,

And destroy all I love.

K.M.C

Yes
I get angry
When you talk to her before me.
Maybe because you saw her first?
But that doesn't change it for me.

Yes
This is the umpteenth time
I've written a poem about you.
Maybe it's my escape?
But it doesn't fix the damage
That will always be right behind me

Yes
I am drained.
And I don't know how much
Longer I can hold on.
Maybe it was you?
But remember I love you.

k.m.c

Why
Do I spend countless nights
thinking of you
When I never even cross your mind

Why
Am I sitting here,
Drenched in sweat and tears.

Why
Do I use my thighs as my canvas
And a blade as my brush
To wash away the pain
that you
have caused?

Why
Do I even bother
For I am just a silly girl
Tangled in your love.

why

K.M.C

I tend to think
Things will go back.
But then I remember:
You didn't love me
I was simply a number.
K. M. C.

I'm sorry
That my constant need for you
Is such a burden.
I'm sorry
That my broken heart
Is all on you.
I'm sorry
That my love for you
stronger than your love for her.
I'm sorry
That all I wanted in life
Was you.
But you can't seem
to give me the pleasure
of calling you mine

K.M.C
o

Walking on broken glass
Would feel better
Than the feeling I have

You stabbed me
In the back once

I forgave you

I thought you
Retrieved the knife
Then you turned the knife
Showing me your
True colors

k.m.c

I love it.
I love the way you look at her
I love the countless nights
I've spent thinking about you
When you think of her

I love it.
I love the way I try for you,
But you try for her.
I love the way I miss you
When you miss her

I love it.
I love the many scars placed on my thighs
that are strictly from you.
I love the feeling I get with you.
You know, the feeling you get with her.

K.M.C