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  Jul 2017 Gemma
Francis Rowell
Your mouth is full of endless butterflies
Your lungs are full of roses
Your eyes hide the city of Atlantis in their depths
Your hair is loosely woven silk
Your skin is unblemished porcelain

Or so I thought

Your mouth spews hornets, wasps, and bees
You cough up thorns and brambles
Your pupils are slits, irises bleeding red
Your hair is rope, tangled into nooses
Your broken porcelain cuts open my chest

You were so beautiful
You were so kind
Your whispers were magical chants into my ears
But then you tried to **** me with your words
Beauty is pain for the eye of the beholder
Gemma Jul 2017
Your sweet enticing voice was a sirens call,
beckoning me to your every whim.
The taste of your tongue was poison,
slowly causing my addiction.
Your beautiful eyes were hypnotizing
blinding me from the madness
you called from within me.
Your golden curls
were barbed wire
wrapping my up and filling my veins;
allowing you control of my precious lifeblood.
The sweet aroma of your flesh
was a drug
fixing me into a haze.
Your special smile was a bright beacon for my heart
calling me in and promising never to let me go.
In your strong warm arms I felt like I was home.
But every little beautiful thing about you couldn't steal my care for myself
because my sweet selfishness
is embedded deep in my heart.
And my promise to myself
to take no ****
is a vow I take seriously
Gemma Jul 2017
***
year went by
                                     in the blink of an eye
Gemma Jul 2017
I'm too young
to have lived like this;
I'm too young
to have given my heart,
my bed,
my life,
To you.
But I offered it to you.
No man could resist

                                    If you loved me;
If you were truly the man I worshiped,
you wouldn't have let me.
You would have tried harder
to tell me to care about my life.
But you and I
withhold a sweet selfishness,
and not even I can blame you
for stripping the last pieces of my childhood
right off of my body
I spent a year in your arms
and no where else
Gemma Jul 2017
And now you're gone
Not an empty void
No
Just a blank space
Gemma Jul 2017
Thank you for putting me through hell. You made me realize
how much I wanted heaven.
(the biggest turning point in my short life)
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