Human, caring, sweet, and true
These words mean a lot to you
I am not who I say I am
Everything you know about me is a sham

One, Two Three,
Why do you believe in me?
Four, Five, Six,
I'm no more than a pile of sticks

My rhymes are childish
And so are my thoughts
Everything I say
Comes out ******* in knots

This is not a poem
Nor is it a song
This is not a story
Yet you keep singing along

Why can't you leave?
Why must you stay?
Why must you sit there,
day after day?

Waiting, whispering, hoping, crying
Begging that this won't be my final letter
Holding tight onto that sweater
Praying that we'll last forever
Wishing that you could have done better

WHAT WILL IT TAKE
TO MAKE YOUR TOUCH GO AWAY
I CANNOT SHED MY RUINED SKIN
IS THIS THE END OR DID YOU JUST BEGIN?

I WANT MY BODY BACK
I WANT MY LIFE
I WANT MY HEART BACK
I WANT MY KNIFE

MEMORIES AND SCARS
DECORATE MY BRAIN
REGRET AND STARS
CALM THE PAIN

SNAKES FEAR ME
DOGS LOVE ME
I AM NOT ME
YOU HAVE RUINED ME

I AM ROTTING INSIDE AND OUT
I PEEL MY SKIN AND BURN MY TONGUE
JUST TO FILL THE HOLE THAT YOU DUG
JUST TO FORGET WHAT YOU HAVE DONE

I want to write
A little poetry book
Fitting in my pocket
To carry with me
With five little poems
One for each finger of your hand
Your hand that led me here
My muse
My blues
My cues
My heart tattoos
My infuse
So I will call it YOUs

🚪

If your past knocks,
don’t answer.

It’s not here to talk

it’s here to wreck
what took you years
to rebuild.

Let it knock.
Let it wait.
Let it rot.

Just don’t forget:
some doors
are better sealed
forever.