Don't try to kiss
my lips, call me your
fairy tale princess.
I know you saw me kiss her
as I twirled my fingers
through her purple hair.
You saw my drunk *** try to
walk and her catch me before
I tumbled down the stairs.

Don't say that I love you,
and if I don't,
you'll **** me until I do.
I'm sorry to burst your
bubble, but I don't sing in
the morning as birds get me dressed.
I don't write pretty love
poems.
I write about the images
of flesh melting off
of skulls. The skin ripping
away from the cheek bones
quicker than I ripped my
wrist out of your grasp.
Do not try to kiss
me as I wake up, saying
that if I didn't want you, why
would I share a bed with you.
If you don't recall,
I was awake all night
on the other side.
Thinking about someone
I like to call Lucifer
before he made his fall.

There are not secrets
in my collar bones,
love in the crook of my
arms.
There are bruises in place
instead. I became Raggedy Ann
as he picked me up by the
arm and slammed me down again.
Concussions, cuts, bruises on
even my ***. I tried to fight back.
His hands around my throat
yelling that I wasn't strong enough
to take him. Pushing with the
only muscle I have somehow I kicked
him in the face.
Oh god he was ******* me up then.

But when mom came home, he never touched me.
Then the drunkard screamed about my
weakness, he practically threw me
in the air like a baker
and his pizza crust.
I was just food
to his animal eyes, he swatted
my hand away like a fly.
He did't heed my warning
so when he pushed me again,
trust me. I socked the *******
in the face.
I left shaking and he left
clutching his jaw, lip
already ******.

I still limp, with my fading blue hair.
My bruises like eggs on Easter,
I just keep finding them.
Do not kiss my bruised knuckles
thinking I will wake up
out of my anger.
Try kissing my swollen hand.
Where I caught myself from being
pushed down.
Maybe then I will look at you like
a normal human being
instead of you taking me as your god.
I am nothing of the sort.
I am a stubborn lying *****.
I got right back up.
He kept pushing me and I
kept rocking him.
Do not take me as a warrior.
Do not take me as a princess wrongly
treated.

I weigh 100 pounds,
trust me I flew through that air.
My first fist fight anything but
fair.
But at least this skinny *****
got a few hits in.