Her eyes danced with cornfield loneliness; pain so deep that blueberries and puppies couldn't touch it. She tried to **** it with ***** and ****, but that only made it worse.
The solution came simply, like flipping a switch. She just quit loving. It was rough at first; tough on the heart. It hurt when she saw dandelions and felt velvet on her face. It ached when she smelled the sunrise and kissed soft lips. But with time she became like a head of lettuce or a marble. Her eyes were vacant; reptilian and blank.
Every time I close my eyes I see red. It drips down onto the ground, onto my clothes. It stains. I open my eyes and I’m left with the memories of myself cutting my arms open to see the crimson red liquid drip out of the wounds I’ve created. Wounds that I’ll soon regret. Wounds that scar my skin. Wounds that scar my mind. Every time I close my eyes I see red. These scars are forever. But I can make it better. I don’t know how but I have to try because when I close my eyes I am reminded of that **** color. That color that reminds me of the many times I’ve hated myself. It reminds me of the times someone had hurt me. It reminds me of the times where I felt like I shouldn’t be alive. Every time I close my eyes I see red. I want to see other colors.
There are places On this body Clean and untouched But there are also places So littered with scars You’ll never be able to count them Never distinguish one from another The rough skin like armor on my wrist Broken, torn, shredded I suppose it’s healing though Maybe eventually I will too
You're a disaster, a tsunami. Your waves washed out my sanity. Those wild yet soothing sound you make, Simple imperfections that makes you, you. It was all worth the risk but like a tsunami, Your waves came too fast at my shore. It's overwhelming, it's surreal. Just how fast you came, the faster you left. Like a tsunami, a disaster. A scar inside me and the terrifying feeling is all that is left.