Broken.
Poison.
Frozen.
Open.
Ocean.
Motion.
Chosen.
Woven.
Golden.
–S.
Broken.
Poison.
Frozen.
Open.
Ocean.
Motion.
Chosen.
Woven.
Golden.
–S.
You’re a masterpiece.
You bring others peace.
No bitterness, you bring release.
You do everything with ease.
No appetizer, you’re a whole feast.
A new outlook, a new lease.
Ironed, not a single crease.
You make melancholy cease.
You’re a masterpiece.
–S.
You take my virginity on a mattress, with no bedframe.
You tell me who I am as if I have no name.
You hit things around me, filling me with shame.
I don’t know how to win any of your mind games.
When you’re done with me, you leave faster than you came.
–S.
Did you miss me?
Did you still want to kiss me?
Two yesses and everything is hazy.
Only you, make me this crazy.
No need to hide it,
they’ve certified it.
White room,
white jacket,
my heart,
you attack it.
–S.
You’re the monster under my bed,
the nightmare in my head,
the feeling in total darkness – of dread,
my closet filled with regret,
the reason I pled.
–S.
You view me.
You want to ruin me.
You chase me.
You scare me.
You analyze me.
You paralyze me.
You kill me.
You haunt me.
–S.
A “Hey.” text at 2am,
makes me see red,
knocks me out of the bed,
messes with my head,
makes sure all of my defenses are dead,
and feeds my hungry heart until it’s fed.
–S.
–S.
You were supposed to love me the most,
but instead you gave me daily improvement notes.
You were supposed to love me endlessy,
but all you did was judge me.
You were supposed to love me unconditionally,
but all you did was alienate me.
You were supposed to love me fully,
but all you did was make me hate me.
–S.
Taking care of you –
is healing the child that never grew up in me.
My only wish for you,
is that you’re better than I ever got to be.
–S.