Your voice
Broken and weeping
Reminds me more of
false ******,
Than compassion

It cries,
“I am filled,
I am overflowing,
Be like me, be like me,”

But it echoes,
“Fill me, fill me,
With anything,
with everything”

- S.G.

This is my heart
on the table,

this is my soul
on the line,

and it hurts,
it hurts, it hurts,
when I look
in your eyes

who is to
say that loving you
isn’t the same as
taking a knife to
my thigh,

all over again.

- S.G.

I am
Spiraling,  
        spiraling,
spiraling

         d
           o
             w
               n,

and I can’t
find one thing
to grasp onto,

not the
smallest little
bit of hope to
cling to,

the ember
burning bright
at the end of my
cigarette does
not make up
for the sunlight
I’ve been lacking,

and the words
stuck on repeat
in my head, like
a skipping vinyl,

every living
          thing dies,
      every living thing
dies, every living
     thing dies, and soon
                     you will too,

do not mourn
over loss of
perspective
while you still
have hold of it,

do not mourn
for the emptiness
you will no longer feel,

do not mourn
for Heaven,
and do not
mourn for Hell,

just be happy
          it all ends.

- S.G.

I wasn’t looking
for God, but I
found the Devil,

He slid his
hands up my
skirt, rosary
beads and
all, breathing
skewed
bible verses
into my ******
ears like Mary,

The only tongue
he spoke in
was the one
he was sliding
down my throat,
forked and
snakelike,

He told me,
"Your absence
of faith is pleasing
though incorrect,
you see, just as
seeing doesn’t
mean believing,
rejecting something
doesn’t rob it of
it’s existence.
That means your
sin still counts.”

And I will burn in Hell,
just like everyone else.

- S.G.

I love you like you are the last breath I’ll ever take, breathing you in fully;
your everything turned to particles in my lungs, growing cancerous tumors
in my chest where there may as well be a sign hanging, between my *******,
‘Yours, all yours’ because there will never be another that can poison me
and make me whole the way that you do.

- S.G.

Be cruel,
I am not as
delicate as
I may seem,

I want you
to hate me,

my porcelain
eyes scream,
'hurt me, hurt
me, hurt me,’

beat me, break
me, bruise me,

wear me out,

teach me a
******* lesson,
because I can’t
learn a thing
otherwise.

- S.G.

'Sorry,' the only words I manage to let slip past my
trembling lips, because there is nothing else to say, you have
every right to hate me and every right to leave, and I can see it, feel it, the
language of your body tells that you are afraid that if you don’t
leave now, you may never escape. Because I am a burning building you
knew you couldn’t save, but you tried anyway, gave me all that you could,
and more, poured yourself out over and over again, hoping that I’d finally
let you fix me, but I am void, my mouth razor blades against your soft skin,
my words bitter and cold, they tried to warn you that nothing fills this emptiness,
but you were too busy hoping (naively hoping) you could be my rescue.

- S.G.