Coming from the mouth of hate A deep green ink tumbling out With those **** red petals Having been stained by the blood Spilling into vile words of suffering Twisting this way and that As if alive- slithering into place
I would plunge the dagger Deeper still into your chest Turning it and slicing on either side Until I could reach in and pluck That beating ***** from the cavity And hold it in my hand, so tenderly Just as I always have been with you And then crush it in between palms Applying more pressure until The pain is unbearable and then Maybe you will have felt What you've put me through
The line about the petals is reminiscent of my poem "Unrequited Love" and both pieces are about the same person.
This one came from the feelings of when you *****- the rising bile, acrid smell, acidic bite, the retching, and the tears.
White blossoms with red seeping in. My quiet love was yours from the beginning. You are the air in my lungs, the light in my eyes. Your voice sets off a bombardment of adoration in my heart. Your words a beautiful curse. I dreamt of getting lost in you. I regret to inform you that it hurts to leave the lights on for no one, and that there's no heavier burden than the weightless emptiness of the soul. You. I know you'll never love me in the way that I desire. Your happiness is enough, my dear.
aight so this is a piece I wrote for my English class two years ago and I didn't know what to write but then I thought of my friend and bam. No surprise but I ended up getting a crush on em, hate em now but oh well, **** happens ya know
Dangerous Sticky red trickles down her stick Another beating today
Oh how it's my fault To dare speak of heart felt truth Tempting you away from "justice"
Just remember I may be battered and bruised behind bars But it's you who broke the law
Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?
I wish you'd never told me. Now I'm laying in bed, torn between feeling sorry for myself, hating you, and trying to move on. As I lay here I think back "I like him, I don't know if I could love you as more than a friend, if our relationship can get deeper". Why did you say it then? Why did you tell me my feelings were reciprocated?
You doused my burning heart in water, and now there's no glow at all, not even a flicker.
an old post breakup poem I never got around to postin til now