22/F I'm just an English major college student who found a love for poetry. I know my poems aren't anything to write home about, so I'm looking for constructive criticism to help guide me on my poetry experimentation. 1 follower / 258 words
You spread your lies through the disguise you’ve Mastered so perfectly. Your sticky, honeyed words got Me tangled in your alluring web. Each thread smothers a Different part of my mind and body refusing to see the friend I once knew has faded away. My thoughts belong to the parasite in My conscience, trapping the truth in the rotting shell of a new me.
My brother, only by a half, was the best half. Gift giving was his specialty. I was four when he gave me a faulty Powerpuff Girl nightlight to push away the darkness. I was seven when he bought me a PlayStation with his favorite games without a memory card. I was ten when he made me an aunt to three boys I’d only ever see twice. I was fourteen when he sent me origami flowers in the mail without a return address. I was eighteen when he handed me down his car that he tricked our dad into paying for. I was twenty-one when he sent his blue scrawl begging and pleading across the lined prison paper folded over a smashed and deformed origami flower.