You think she's a ****;
you tell everybody she is
but what you don't know - what they don't know
is that she's really a ******
You say she's dramatic
when in reality, she has every right to cry
her dad's abusive.
and her siblings hate her.
and she was just cheated on.
and she lost someone to suicide.
and she has no friends.
and she's failing almost every class.
and she's lonely and sad and doesn't know what to do.
and nobody seems to care.
and you don't see
that those daggers leave
she wears a dress
but she won't
and she says it's because she's uncomfortable
and that she doesn't like to show her legs
she refuses to wear one
so that she can't see herself in the mirror.
Cause she doesn't want to look at the cuts
that people made her feel like
she had to give herself
these eyes have cried an ocean of tears,
this heart has endured hurt in the form of daggers and swords,
this mouth has kept an eternity of words unspoken,
these ears have heard things that can’t be forgotten,
this body has fought wars that are yet to be won
but this phoenix will rise from the ashes,
unshaken and unbroken,
like the heat of the sun that’s ever burning,
warming everything it touches,
the phoenix will be unrestrained,
whatever you’re going through, you will get through it
i love you
Open my mouth
The words come out
But they don’t feel soft
They feel like daggers
Newly sharpened daggers
Flying towards the ones I care about
They all back away from me
From the weapon of destruction
Who can’t be controlled
Taking hits from everyone else
Building it all up inside
Then shooting it out
But I must keep it in
To protect those I love
But the daggers bounce around in my stomach
Making me die inside
I hope this is not cheesy
for how do i remind
your beauty that hides within.
for how do i describe
and how do i begin.
Your eyes drink my skin
like the first cup of coffee.
it is true
there are daggers in your smile.
Your voice reminds me of a harmonic beat
and its mere thought lulls me to sleep.
The universe melts into your eyes,
as the moon asks
to borrow your light.
You are the air in my lungs
and the words i speak.
Falling for you was not falling at all. It was like walking into a house and suddenly realizing you're home.
They say don't make homes out of humans.
having dreams in your mind
leave you with daggers in your heart
heart of gold but not titanium
Swishing and swirling in a mass of frenzied bubbles
The shark swims after its prey
Sinking diamond cut daggers into the velvet flesh of the next feast to dine on and take into the depths of the sea.
I wrote this years ago whilst listening to a very powerful piano concerto and an image of a shark feeding came into my head.
Perhaps comparisons to you, m’ love,
will be of such fluttering birds with their
silken pearl plumage; soft and fragile dove.
I would challenge those who with this compare.
To do so would create such metaphors with
something mild and predictable, delicate.
You are not breakable or dainty, keen scythe.
You are a graceful storm to not abate.
Mayhap I could liken you to a blade,
a dagger wrapped within smooth satin.
To a deathly flower; lethal nightshade.
For to a white swan you are akin.
Know that a dove is equal your beauty,
yet you are deadly elegance, truly.
I have a heart made of daggers
That could slice your deadbeat life in two
But why should I waste my pity
Spending it all on you?
I sit quietly holding my tongue
Letting your words hit my chest like daggers
Letting them hit me with such force I have to remind myself to breathe
But I don't make you stop
I only let you continue
Never letting words of anger make there way out of my throat
Filtering my words as if they were from a contaiminated stream
Your presence daunts my inner most being
yet I have fallen under your spell of cynicism
I sit quietly holding my tongue
Letting your pessimism pass through me as if I were only air
But I don't put up my walls
Because you have already seen inside of them
I smile and pretend that it doesn't bother me
That your words are not of importance as if they are water under the bridge
Yet they hit me like daggers leaving dents in my armor
but I don't stop you
I just sit quietly and hold my tongue