Self destructive habits,
I'm broken, but I manage,
to destroy every foundation,
before it ever happens.

**-N.C.

i look at the bags beneath my eyes and i see a crime scene,
a restless heart made of shattered  glass bottles
and shouted words sharp enough to cut through skin
and i wonder why anyone would choose
to love someone like me

you’re the kind of boy with electric lips,
the kind of boy who bleeds poetry
and you’re a crime scene just like me,
one that screams danger,
you set everything around you on fire
yet i wouldn’t mind being turned to ash by you

i’m a ticking bomb of interrupted love
and i worry that you’ll leave me,
that you’ll run away with my fleeting heart
still tiredly beating in your hands
and i’ll be forced to destroy everything around me
just because you couldn’t love a girl who couldn’t love herself

i fear the day i’ll wake up on the ground
realizing that i am just another painted face
in your pile of broken girls with expiration dates

Like a dove
I land softly on shoulders
I'm kind in nature
generous in discernment


But cross me once
the suspect will be marked
cross me twice
and my friendship
will be no more


It's a waste of breath
for me to show
the extent of violation
worthless
to intend to destroy


I have no need
to action revenge
when a clown
can quite easily stumble
over their own stupidity


I won't lower myself
to the mire
when I can sit by fresh waters
and observe
the downfall
of a dumb mind

I'll pen this exquisite
prose
and pour
black
Ink
Upon it
Drips untoward the floor
Spreading across
Elongated quivering fingers and
a smeared visage
like warpaint