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kylie Dec 2016
002
"to love is
to hurt,"
you whisper,
eyes red and
bones hollow;

ah,
whispers a
voice,
*but to hurt is
to be alive
kylie Dec 2016
how do you expect
a plant to grow if you
do not water it?

[believe in
me]
kylie Dec 2016
i am always
tired.

"dance with me,"
you beg,
"you loved this
song—"

******* and your
past tense.

do not look at me like
a ticking time bomb;
do not speak to me like
i am already dead
yikes — morbid
kylie Nov 2016
001
your nightmares sound
like beethoven and your
demons smell like daisies;

even your darkest parts
are beautiful
kylie Nov 2016
you let him in;
peeled back the layers
of your skin and
showed him your bones

you thought this would
be easy, but he is not
gentle;

he takes your ribs and
breaks them apart as he
builds a home inside your
sternum

[he is no longer the breath
you exhale; he never leaves
your lungs]

he keeps you up at night;
you pray and he does not
answer and you realize that
you are so tired of all of
this

“how do you **** your god?”
you ask

[you get off your
knees]
a rewrite
kylie Nov 2016
soliloquies drip from your lips like daydreams.
please,
sing me to sleep.
kylie Sep 2016
i breathe you in and
my lungs start to burn

you are a cancer
so quiet but
so malignant

you killed me
before i even
saw you coming
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