Be my Villanelle,
The assassin to my heart.
Five ******* times.
Show me your love.
I was watching Killing Eve and all I can think of is how hot Villainelle is.
When I saw you,
I saw someone that I fell in love with.
But then I look beneath the surface,
You are truly just the serpent,
Begging me to eat your forbidden fruit.
my cold fingertips touching my new word,
raised from the skin,
a reminder of what i’m not,
what i wish i was,
what i could never be
i haven’t thought of my blade in a while
it used to be a part of me
my ghost limb, i’d joke to myself
always within arms length
i remember it’s resting place
the temptation to wake it up coursing through me
my arms throbbing
my thighs itching
the words i want to carve into myself running through my mind
i need to feel something other than despair
please make the hurt stop
i was never yours
you were never mine
why is this pain here?
why doesn’t anything good ever stay?
when can i finally evaporate?
“Depression is just a phase all teenagers go through!”
“You’ll grow out of it!”
“It gets better!”
When does it get better?
7 years running,
I’m still as miserable as ever.
But now I have more than depression.
What more mental issues do I have to look forward to?
It’s never gotten better.
I long to taste the sunshine in my mouth again.
But seeing you had only brought me seething pain.
I’ll never forget what you have done to me.
Erase all of your messages and just leave me be.
It’s taking me too long to be okay.
Get out of my mailbox and just stay away.
Stop sending me your demons and your darkness.
Your disregard for feelings is too heartless.
Happy World Poetry Day!