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i stand in front of you smaller than how you remembered me yes, i've been shrinking away and my parents throw worried glances at the collarbone that now juts out on my chest like a sneering grin, lifting on the edges my father asks, "will you waste away to nothing?" and all i can do is shrug i stand in front of you and i wish that you would open up your chest - grab the sharpest thing you can find and cut yourself wide open- just so that i can crawl back inside where i once lived within your core i want to feel the damp warmth that puts a strange feeling in my nose, for i can't decide if i'd like to throw up or **** the air in deep into my lungs again and again, surround me, once again i don't care that it may **** you to open yourself up to me or that once i'm inside i may find myself clawing at the walls until i've rubbed off the skin on the end of my fingertips so that no one will ever know what has become of me my selfishness blinds all sense of reason and innate want takes over now, for the one thing i would like the most is to be as close to you as i can get, without ever having to look into your eyes
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
climb inside
i stand in front of you smaller than how you remembered me yes, i've been shrinking away and my parents throw worried glances at the collarbone that now juts out on my chest like a sneering grin, lifting on the edges my father asks, "will you waste away to nothing?" and all i can do is shrug i stand in front of you and i wish that you would open up your chest - grab the sharpest thing you can find and cut yourself wide open- just so that i can crawl back inside where i once lived within your core i want to feel the damp warmth that puts a strange feeling in my nose, for i can't decide if i'd like to throw up or **** the air in deep into my lungs again and again, surround me, once again i don't care that it may **** you to open yourself up to me or that once i'm inside i may find myself clawing at the walls until i've rubbed off the skin on the end of my fingertips so that no one will ever know what has become of me my selfishness blinds all sense of reason and innate want takes over now, for the one thing i would like the most is to be as close to you as i can get, without ever having to look into your eyes
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May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
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