I have lost every thing ever given to me, I will break anything I make; I will make nothing.
I let her go,
I left her.
Turn your palms to the sky and ask for rain; Turn your palms to each other and ask for help;
Turn your palms to me
Turn your palm to me
A cheek is meant to be red (oh rouge oh blush oh pain) Turn my palms to the ground and ask for forgiveness I’m sorry I thought- I’m sorry I’ll try-
I’m sorry, tell me why
Turn my palms to each other I hold the world; Turn my palms to me I swear I am sincere.
I have let everything break around me
I cannot fix anything, I make anew a lie, the taste in my mouth is not stone, it is grinding pebbles paper becomes mulch wet chew salt ink
I don’t deserve this
I am angry I don’t deserve this
Turn your palms to the earth and whisper your wish Close my hand around my sword
Close your hand in the dirt
Your neck shall
Your bones shall
My blade shall
Everything I have ever touched has been broken;
Thank you for letting me embrace you
I will not bring something new into this world. It was a happy dream. Don’t let me go
Break yourself with me
I'm often inspired by the media I read to write poetry, instead of my own experiences — if it's recognisable to anyone, this was written in the mindset of Laois from the series Delicious in Dungeon