Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
koty-petePoems
Inside your arctic chest. You know that, I'm not the only one, Frozen with bitter breath. A shard of ice for a heart, Every time you inhale, You impale your own lungs, Every time that you speak You frostbite your tongue. Every time that you think, You write yourself off. Don't think this my way, Of seeking revenge. I'm just informing the masses, So I can break even. I've planned our dialogue, I've planned my actions, In this scene, I'll reap an advantage. You scream, "for once, just tell the truth!" I can lie to your face, but I can't lie to myself. At heart, I'm just a liar, And I get by, My only truth is, I don't lose an ounce of sleep at night. You scream, "for once, just tell the truth!" I can lie to your face, but I can't lie to myself. Inside each torrid breath, You know that I'm not the one, Still beating a boiling chest. Now charred. The ice has all gone. And all that is left, is the taste of your heartburn. You cough and there's smoke. Your "Sweltering Choke" And I won't ever give it away, this My best attempt at my belated offense. But now? You're coming clean now? Well I couldn't care any less about how You extend hypocritical apologies. The truth: you never really meant **** to me.
0
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 5:28 AM UTC
(Ice caps erupt)
Inside your arctic chest. You know that, I'm not the only one, Frozen with bitter breath. A shard of ice for a heart, Every time you inhale, You impale your own lungs, Every time that you speak You frostbite your tongue. Every time that you think, You write yourself off. Don't think this my way, Of seeking revenge. I'm just informing the masses, So I can break even. I've planned our dialogue, I've planned my actions, In this scene, I'll reap an advantage. You scream, "for once, just tell the truth!" I can lie to your face, but I can't lie to myself. At heart, I'm just a liar, And I get by, My only truth is, I don't lose an ounce of sleep at night. You scream, "for once, just tell the truth!" I can lie to your face, but I can't lie to myself. Inside each torrid breath, You know that I'm not the one, Still beating a boiling chest. Now charred. The ice has all gone. And all that is left, is the taste of your heartburn. You cough and there's smoke. Your "Sweltering Choke" And I won't ever give it away, this My best attempt at my belated offense. But now? You're coming clean now? Well I couldn't care any less about how You extend hypocritical apologies. The truth: you never really meant **** to me.
koty-pete
Written by
koty-pete
American
Aug 7, 2012
Aug 7, 2012 at 5:28 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem