Your mouth says my name and voice still sounds the same
The inner damsel in me fights way through my flesh
Leading her by glow of all the potential I set on fire
My hot skin itches for touch while yours is soothed by a thick coat of reassurance
Is medicated by unwavering dose of devotion
My wound so raw and pain so sharp knives flee in fear of injury
My blood screaming for recognition
Like how many drops must be spilled for you to acknowledge I'm dying?
How many cuts appear before you notice I'm not well?
Hell At this point begging for my tissue to be pulled in two directions and a massive amount of sodium chloride poured in Would relish the agonizing Unpredicted sting Because at least that means I can tell you know I'm not alright
You seem to understand exactly where to rub the salt in Not where to bandage
I felt me, Sad, anxious with a heavy heart, Then I looked at me in the mirror, Not bad, pretty, It smiled, quirky, With a bit of mischief. Hmm, I looked back again, It had confidence, Gone was the sorrow, It burst into laughter, I felt better. 29/10/2024
Was my neighbour's daughter, She was blossoming into a beauty day by day, Her fragrance played havoc with my senses, So I became her butterfly, Hovering around her night and day. 29/10/2024
I've been to the crushing place. It smells of death, and spider mums. Daisy chains dropped when the music died. The lake is murky now. Clowns roam the street, looking for carnivals and meat. Silly boys still believe in love and dreams, and girls that like opera and giving head. This world is strange, and Picasso walks the lonely avenues, feeding seagulls' peanuts and paint. No one blames him. It's his blue period. All the while, an old bent man plays the guitar. He smells like camels, and hope.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ur5pZxbd7hE Link to my youtube channel where I read my poetry.