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Mar 2015
I'm unhappy with myself, so I tear myself apart
Hoping I can fix the flaws if I get another start
So I pop out both my eyes and I sliver off my tongue
I'll be so beautiful by the time that I am done

I cut out my spine and play it like a xylophone
Making chirpy tunes by the brackets of my bones
I take out my intestines and make myself a dress
Creating my own beauty with a giant, ****** mess


String my teeth into a necklace that I'll wear without a smile
As my toothless gums will bleed until it goes out of style
My heart will be a pendant that I wear upon my sleeve
My lungs will fill with fluid until I can no longer breathe

The only beauty I've obtained has been on the inside
I'm bringing it all out so it doesn't have to hide
Arlo Disarray
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