#tatters
You keep me up at night with your chatter
The kitchen is in tatters
Nothing I say seems to matter.
It’s been months and you won’t stop talking,
Constantly balking,
Next, I’ll be the one haulk-ing!
Wind
I’m too strong to placate and dismiss
Fending off my anger with a kiss
tisk-tisk
I am aware of the risk,
I am more than your diss,
Yeah, I'm ******
Wind
You cracked the frame
What a shame
I’m not to blame
I’m not just some Dame
Don’t make me rearrange
Wind
I’m out here in the open
My heart has already spoken
I have awoken
Yet still unbroken
Just know I ain’t jokin’..
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 9:19 PM UTC
I want to be near you sometimes. As much as I love you
I wish that I could love you better, that he could love you better,
That you could love you better.
Its not about being bitter,
though I am, and it is
A taste of chicory coffee dark and thick as car oil,
Soiled.
And you can’t spit it out, the taste lingers around,
And just like coffee, I’m addicted, taking a new sip every morning,
Remembering his face, when he looked at you with a curled lip and recalling
Your face pretending not to know.
And I resented you both.
I took an oath,
Never to blindly bind myself brainless and loveless
Now I’m unwound,
Trying desperately to learn how to knit
Because everything is in tatters.
-Tori
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC