Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
12 was a punching bag ****** the other direction eyes closed, uncontrolled breaking down each fibre 13 was self-hatred competition turned cruel replacing his hand with mine trying to peel the fat away 14 was tornadoes clouding all vision unsure where to turn chaos in the aftermath 15 was betrayal perfection not cracked however hard I try why could nobody see? 16 was manipulation lust lists marked as friendship number six he said others just a picture 17 was spoonfeeding syrupy silver words up and down all that work for him 18 is unclear speckled and sparkled not shiny and new but trying to fit the puzzle
0
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
stars
12 was a punching bag ****** the other direction eyes closed, uncontrolled breaking down each fibre 13 was self-hatred competition turned cruel replacing his hand with mine trying to peel the fat away 14 was tornadoes clouding all vision unsure where to turn chaos in the aftermath 15 was betrayal perfection not cracked however hard I try why could nobody see? 16 was manipulation lust lists marked as friendship number six he said others just a picture 17 was spoonfeeding syrupy silver words up and down all that work for him 18 is unclear speckled and sparkled not shiny and new but trying to fit the puzzle
coexhausting
Written by
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem