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Jan 2014
Fill me up
Tear me down
Empty me out
Tears are gone.
So are you.
Holes, it's all holes,
piercing polka dots
in me like a paper cup,
letting my light drip out
from inside,
leaving me empty
Empty.
Deep, deep
All that's left is poison,
deep green and grinding at my empty insides
and i'm going to float away
like a paper cup
with holes in it.
Sink, sink
Deep, deep
filling up my lungs
where dreams and fantasies used to be.

Was I stupid to dream?
Aw but they were such good dreams
and you
but you blew me away with your harsh realities
shooting holes in my cup with a shotgun
hunting my insides like a doe-eyed ray of sun.
You killed me.
Through an through, emptied me out with holes in a paper cup.
Written by
Erica Laughton  America
(America)   
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