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Nov 2013
A little heart inside of me
I keep it tucked away
Beg and plead
On ****** knees
Just hoping that you'll stay.
A fighting mind up in my head
I know that it's up there
Try and try
I memorize
The wish that you would care.
And tiny legs that carry me
Deeper into your hold
Red stop signs
And tear streaked eyes
I know I should have known.
Thin, small arms I have right here
That don't accomplish much
I lift the weights
You throw them down
And I still wince at your touch.
Meager curves I wish were not
Places, yeah, I got it there
A weightless thing
"The Skin and Bones"
But I'm still caught in your stare.
The darkest eyes I try to hide
And theirs- the lightest blue
Just not the same
I cannot change
The eyes I see in you.
Visual things, they matter much
Inside it matters more
I guess it's fine
Its gone with time,
Isn't personality a bore?
Because  abuse exists, guys. I watched some videos about abuse stories today and it was intense.
Kirsten Lovely
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