your words sear like citrus to a wound,
a spoonful of salt,
a mouthful of sud.
you tell me you love me,
roughly, steel wool to plush skin.
that you care for me so much,
that you're hard on me. what an excuse.
you are apathetic, a shotgun to a docile doe.
barrage by barrage, your words leave me slack,
unable to process the severity of your word-dump,
blood sprayed across nibbled grass.
am i truly such a disease, as you say?
i move too much, my thought process too big for you to comprehend?
are you upset that you're no better than a man-child,
a poor, pathetic, disgusting ******* shame of a man.
i am ashamed to carry your genes, let alone be your 'perfect' child
you flaunt.
if i am so much, then ******* treat me like it.
i am not a ragdoll, at your convenience, i shall not be at your
expense.
you are allowed to feel, to ache,
but you may not bleed all over my clothe, you may not use me
to soak in your mess, to pile and pile.
I am tender-fleshed, my emotions strung weak.
I am as vulnerable as a bunny,
weak-willed, burrowed in my cavern of wish,
i wish you weren't so cruel with your tongue,
so eager to maul, so eager to form tears,
so eager to break my bones and leave me for dead.
Am i truly the problem or do you just love to project?
a flat board, illumination
each of your flaws on display like artwork,
your mouth is abusive and should've been sewn and gagged
forever with soap.
you are unworthy of living, unworthy of ever nurturing a child.
I wished you decomposed into the dirt, became one with worms,
ceased existence as soon as a flaw cut your pathetic life.
That you never married her,
you influenced her, conditioned her,
that the vile stream of words was okay,
that it was the only way to live.
It was subconscious, or out of spite,
or maybe she's just as cruel and i excuse her,
because i cannot let go of bread-crumbed love,
her hands catching the nick of my throat,
soft hands, pliant to touch,
in those moments i wished they shattered.
You were bound to ruin my psyche, whatever i have left,
bound to ruin a girl who was talkative, energetic,
you've carved me, battered me into the shell of said girl,
i am remnant of what you shattered,
the weak-will and patheticism,
became something that developed dependency on verbal and
physical aggression as defense.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:39 AM UTC
your words sear like citrus to a wound,
a spoonful of salt,
a mouthful of sud.
you tell me you love me,
roughly, steel wool to plush skin.
that you care for me so much,
that you're hard on me. what an excuse.
you are apathetic, a shotgun to a docile doe.
barrage by barrage, your words leave me slack,
unable to process the severity of your word-dump,
blood sprayed across nibbled grass.
am i truly such a disease, as you say?
i move too much, my thought process too big for you to comprehend?
are you upset that you're no better than a man-child,
a poor, pathetic, disgusting ******* shame of a man.
i am ashamed to carry your genes, let alone be your 'perfect' child
you flaunt.
if i am so much, then ******* treat me like it.
i am not a ragdoll, at your convenience, i shall not be at your
expense.
you are allowed to feel, to ache,
but you may not bleed all over my clothe, you may not use me
to soak in your mess, to pile and pile.
I am tender-fleshed, my emotions strung weak.
I am as vulnerable as a bunny,
weak-willed, burrowed in my cavern of wish,
i wish you weren't so cruel with your tongue,
so eager to maul, so eager to form tears,
so eager to break my bones and leave me for dead.
Am i truly the problem or do you just love to project?
a flat board, illumination
each of your flaws on display like artwork,
your mouth is abusive and should've been sewn and gagged
forever with soap.
you are unworthy of living, unworthy of ever nurturing a child.
I wished you decomposed into the dirt, became one with worms,
ceased existence as soon as a flaw cut your pathetic life.
That you never married her,
you influenced her, conditioned her,
that the vile stream of words was okay,
that it was the only way to live.
It was subconscious, or out of spite,
or maybe she's just as cruel and i excuse her,
because i cannot let go of bread-crumbed love,
her hands catching the nick of my throat,
soft hands, pliant to touch,
in those moments i wished they shattered.
You were bound to ruin my psyche, whatever i have left,
bound to ruin a girl who was talkative, energetic,
you've carved me, battered me into the shell of said girl,
i am remnant of what you shattered,
the weak-will and patheticism,
became something that developed dependency on verbal and
physical aggression as defense.
