"nflicted" poems
I consider myself a pyromaniac by design.
**** me softly with your absence --- *you ar
e dead to me* as in you are gone, but you
continue to haunt my loneliness with your i
nflicted trauma. and all I want to do is make
you understand that *you are an evil disc of
make-believe in make-up - - - you are not m
y sun - - - you are a cheap fluorescent ligh
tbulb hanging by a dusty chain and it's been e
asy finding a replacement with every step outsi
de - - - even the most overcast days are brighter
than you.*
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
I mprints
N ever to be discovered.
V oiceless.
I nflicted by
S elfishness and
I nhibition.
B ut is it my fault?
L ove makes me feel like I don’t, like I can’t
E xist.
Nov 4, 2019
Nov 4, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC