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  Nov 2017 Zio
bess
Don't call me pretty

I am not pretty

I am a warrior molded from hot iron

Beaten down to conform to a shape

To conform to a number

To conform to a scale

I forgave the people who ripped me apart

I crawled tooth and nail out of the ashes that trapped me

I get up every morning with a purpose to change

So don't call me pretty

Because I am so much more
a warrior song for all my ladies (and men) out there :-)
Zio Nov 2017
Daddy where did you go?
I remember the days I would run to you as you came home from work so I could feel the comfort of your embrace
I remember asking you to talk in your funny donald duck voice and remember being amazed because I thought maybe you were the voice actor
I remember when you would get upset but come to me and apologize for making me cry and you would comfort me
I remember when you were still there for me
And now
Now you’re barely home
You leave and work and come home late
You don’t even come to the dinner table and when you do
I try talking to you but it seems like whatever is on your phone is more important these days
And I miss when you cared
Even if I make a snarky comment at the dinner table directed towards you, you don’t bother looking up from your phone
Even my anger isn’t enough to make you care
As soon as one of your brothers or sisters wants something you snap out of your daydream for them
If your friends want you to come over you immediately respond
And yet when I need love and affection from you
It’s like I don’t even exist
And I’m not the only victim of your ignorance
My mom who stays home all day and makes your food and actually pays attention to the kids, craves your attention as well
You take her for granted and it ****** me off
Even my little brother has become callous
He learns from you even though you’d rather blame me
He learned to shut out his family as you do right now and focus on his own entertainment
Maybe if you prioritized us then he would learn as well
And now I’ve started calling you father instead of daddy
Because you’re no longer worthy of the love that comes with “daddy”
Father of mine.
I search for love elsewhere because your love is no longer available
  Nov 2017 Zio
Synthesis
one
My love
       I'm self-destructing
I'm dying
  I'm killing
By my own hands the life in this vessel is slipping away
Every night I struggle to remember why my creator chose to prolong my existence
Yet every night the list of reasons gets shorter, and shorter still
I'm finally down to one
You.
  Nov 2017 Zio
Synthesis
(Her to him 10pm)

I love you
I loved you like I said I would
I loved you just the best I could
I love you like you made me
I’ll love you even if you hate me
Even when you love someone else to negate me
Delete every text, picture, and post to erase me
I understand My mistakes and missteps
I do
So even if you never say it back again
I’ll say it one last time
I love you


(Her to him 1 am)
I hate you
I hate you
I    HATE you
I HATE    YOUU
I      HATE    YOUUU

I HOPE IT WEIGHS YOU DOWN AND IT BREAKS YOU
I HOPE YOU CRY LIKE I CRY
AND THE NEXT    TIME YOU TRY TO LOVE
I HOPE IT BREAKS YOUR HOLLOW
HEART
I HOPE YOU RUINED THIS FOR A REASON
I hope it was worth it
I HOPE YOU SEARCH THE REST OF YOUR LIFE
AND EVENTUALLY FIND SOME BODY PERFECT
BUILD A LIFE WITH HER
AND LAY IN BED NESTLED BETWEEN THE KIDS
AND REALIZE YOU DON’T DESERVE IT
I know one day you’ll replace me and
I just pray to GOD that she’s perfect!



(Her to him 6 am)
I’m over this.
Do what you want


(Him to her 10am)
I’m sorry
  Nov 2017 Zio
Synthesis
You looking at me
I’m looking through you
You want nothing more than to fix me
All I can think to do is touch you
Maybe we can compromise?
Because I can make you feel special when I talk you out that dress
Don’t be so pressed for these complications and relationships
Good girl like you?
You just weren’t made for this

You don’t know I’m half way out my mind half the time and I won’t budge a quarter
And these days I’m everything I claim to hate
You look me dead in my eyes and all I see is silhouette of your face  

And you know **** well you should hate me
But you’re steady searching for the better side of somebody that ain’t me
Now which one of us is really crazy?

Because I’m a **** poor example of a white knight, right?
Never fall for someone who writes
They’re either melodramatic or monochromatic
And I never did do well with moderation.
  Oct 2017 Zio
Sam Knaus
I can not even begin to explain
how badly I want to spend my days
with raindrops trailing my windows
blank notebooks, and cigarettes
and my nights
with moonlit dances
and dark rooms illuminated by computer screens.

— The End —