i)
it starts a tad too fast.
it's barely been a minute
and your lips are on mine.
you taste like the alcohol
you're not supposed to drink.
ii)
you begin to show me off to all your friends.
calling me yours,
snaking your arm around my waist,
holding my hand.
you squeeze a tad too tight.
i brush it off.
iii)
i finally told you i love you.
you said it so you could
sink the tips of your fingers into my hips
moments later.
they leave red marks in their wake,
like blunt knives drawn across pale skin.
iv)
your sheets smell like sin
and tomorrow's regrets.
i mistake the scent
for sugar and requited love.
v)
your i love yous are a habit.
mine are carved
on the inside of my lungs.
vi)
how do you carry
all that fury around in your chest,
and why must i be burned by its fire?
vii)
getting destroyed
by the man you love
is the ugliest kind
of poetry in existence.
viii)
i'm expected to take
whatever you throw at me now,
whether it be insults, or punches.
i've come to nod a bit too much.
it makes my neck hurt.
ix)
sometimes my skin stains blue,
sometimes purple.
my chest often hurts
more than the bruises.
i've committed the sin of being too familiar.
x)
if the words you spoke found a way
to ink themselves on your skin
you would not be so beautiful.
xi)
i realise i'm not as simple
as you wanted me to be,
when i notice that i have learned
to weep without tears.
xii)
when do the nightmares stop?
when do you start to feel
normal again?
clean?
I'll let you know when I find out.
xiii)
pity is a strange emotion
to feel towards a man
who burned me into ashes
and scattered them around
like dandelion feathers,
but it's all i feel for you.
About the Creator
asiya b
tall bookworm with a lot of opinions and creative surges
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