Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
WickedHopePoems
HOW DARE YOU YOU ******* WHO ARE YOU TO HAVE FEELINGS He likes to pull out his heart from time time to time He looks at it and weeps as it beats silent and the world turns He kicks me when I'm down leaving calico purple patches He tries to rip apart the one who brought him here But for us both he mostly settles for the words He doesn't care until we wrestle his heart out of him Then he ******* cries like he's sensitive GROW THE HELL UP THE REST OF US HAVE The Trial Run is trying to separate herself from the intoxications brought by men but stumbles down the sidewalk home... I stopped pounding my words into his back because he doesn't have time to be broken by me anymore... The Elder creates his faux world because everyone but me has exiled him out of the real one... The Proper splits and I watch it happen to him as it happened to me, still happens, angels and demons we hide inside... The Child runs after the **** ups seeing rainbows but devoid of color because he think's that's what age means...
0
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
I may or may not be slightly unhinged at the moment
HOW DARE YOU YOU ******* WHO ARE YOU TO HAVE FEELINGS He likes to pull out his heart from time time to time He looks at it and weeps as it beats silent and the world turns He kicks me when I'm down leaving calico purple patches He tries to rip apart the one who brought him here But for us both he mostly settles for the words He doesn't care until we wrestle his heart out of him Then he ******* cries like he's sensitive GROW THE HELL UP THE REST OF US HAVE The Trial Run is trying to separate herself from the intoxications brought by men but stumbles down the sidewalk home... I stopped pounding my words into his back because he doesn't have time to be broken by me anymore... The Elder creates his faux world because everyone but me has exiled him out of the real one... The Proper splits and I watch it happen to him as it happened to me, still happens, angels and demons we hide inside... The Child runs after the **** ups seeing rainbows but devoid of color because he think's that's what age means...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6GIGL0K1UI I want to talk to Andrew... (Mr Class of 2013, not Rhymes with Purple)
#love#friends#abuse#family
WickedHope
Written by
WickedHope
28/F
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem