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All I want is to dig you up Push you out of my skin like oozing pus, watch with intent and disgust as you slither away from my desiccated corpse I want you out of my head, I want you out of my heart; I can feel the home I made for you in them and that’s just it, it’s all my fault I wanted this It all flooded at me and the floodwaters never fell away Never ceased, constantly rising within my bones Growing, reaching outward, mighty waves built only to crash down upon a wavering shoreline I did this all to myself in the end and you were just a part This mess is all mine to mop up, so, I still cannot find all the words to mend my own scars and I still pick at the scabs and I still have not found the right way to dispose of your dying memory but it’s a start, a step that I’m taking to kick up some dust I'm sorry I just don’t think I can live with a definite noose around my neck Ready to step off some creaky chair at every notion of the lack of your affection DDD (11/9/2013)
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
I Built This Home, I'll Burn It to the Ground if I Have To
All I want is to dig you up Push you out of my skin like oozing pus, watch with intent and disgust as you slither away from my desiccated corpse I want you out of my head, I want you out of my heart; I can feel the home I made for you in them and that’s just it, it’s all my fault I wanted this It all flooded at me and the floodwaters never fell away Never ceased, constantly rising within my bones Growing, reaching outward, mighty waves built only to crash down upon a wavering shoreline I did this all to myself in the end and you were just a part This mess is all mine to mop up, so, I still cannot find all the words to mend my own scars and I still pick at the scabs and I still have not found the right way to dispose of your dying memory but it’s a start, a step that I’m taking to kick up some dust I'm sorry I just don’t think I can live with a definite noose around my neck Ready to step off some creaky chair at every notion of the lack of your affection DDD (11/9/2013)
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
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