I ignore you because I'm sick of your foul words. Yes, I'm aware of your intentions to hurt. And everytime you walk by, I turn away and act as if I were blind. But I only do this because you hurt me so badly inside.
When the day comes That my light leaves And I go to descend What ever will they do with me All the way down there Where fire pours like rain Main population: pain The one place in the earth, sure to drive you insane I suppose they would start normally With pitchforks And burns But what ever would they do, When those things just dont work? I suppose they'd try to drown me In magma Or flames But when that smile forms across face They'll see I like the pain So this might go on for centuries They'd try as well To hurt my mind But when all they find is numbness Well I might get hired
I can still feel it. The way your lips touched mine. Without meaning. Without feelings. I missed them. Your kisses. Your attention.
I saw it. The way your eyes drifted to others. Never straying to mine. Never filled with the same spark. Always dull. Lifeless. Loveless.
You would say it. Those three words. Not to me. Never to me. To the others. They always got your love. I got your hate. Your anger. Always.
“You don’t have to love me.”
You gave me orders. Never to be near you. Never to hold hands. Not in public. We did not know each other. They would get the wrong idea. “We are cousins,” You would say. You were embarrassed. To be seen. With me.
I was your puppet. You pulled the strings. And I obeyed your commands. You never loved. Not me. Never me. I was your toy. Something you could throw away.
It’s all a game. Of feelings. Of pain. Of love. Of hate. You are the king. I’m your ****. Just a piece on your board.
I loved you. More than anything. I let you use me. Hurt me. If I got to be with you. Nothing else mattered. You didn’t feel the same.
“No one ever does.”
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Give it back. I did not build myself from paper mache only to wooed by a man undeserving of everything that makes me powerful. I know I should not cry. God—I know I should not ******* cry. You are undeserving of the ocean that swells inside me— I will not spill for you. I will not let you lick up the salt. You have taken enough. Built this storm inside my chest only for it wrap itself around my lungs. To the **** boy that stole my heart and threw it in the garbage as if it was leftovers: I am still searching through plastic bottles and used tissues. Trying to dust myself off but i am still the **** of your sick joke. The ***** newspaper. Yesterdays comic. “Just another *** that wants your ****.” They scoff. As if I am nothing more than a carcass.
Burn me to ashes. Dust to dust.
Hollow me out. Chop off my *******. **** everything beautiful out of me until I am a shell of a woman. Sticking pins and needles in myself to keep from falling apart. Wipe your feet on me. Twirl my hair in your fingers. Grab my ***. Anything. This is your world. Choke the feminist right out of me.
I’ll scream your name.
To the **** boy that stole my heart: I hope you fall in love with a powerful woman. A woman who demands the respect I never could.
That **** hurts. So many feelings stemming. Hurt, sadness, frustration. Im just trying to take care of my ****. Im doing my thing. Can I not relax? Can I not stop?
Forever on this hamster wheel called life; forever just a rat in a cage. Fatten me up for the snake. Get nice and familiar; comfortable. Before I disappear, look unto me. See what it is you are doing. Take a look at me. And then really take a good look at yourself.