it’s still inside of me, you know
that big black bullet.
it cut me through,
exposed my shining wounds —
right under the shoulder blades
two perfect slots for keeping secrets,
coalesced with flesh in tender alliance
as i’m convincing myself these were lost wings
i wish i was a butterfly
i wish i could reborn
i’m smoking out my regrets,
each drag for every lie i came up with.
i don’t wanna be stale
a person who can’t look in the mirror on the bedside table
can i
maybe
stay a writer
for more than a moment? a second?
i counted seventeen sparks in my eyes while they were looking in yours,
can’t tell you why there were so many.
i live one day,
gone like a fly the other night
and i don’t wanna be slaved
to my blurry mind,
i don’t wanna serve this punishment
and i don’t wanna be sick
but it’s all i am
and it’s all i was.
living two lives,
slipping on the edge of reality.
it’s all i am,
it’s all i was.
it’s still inside of me, you know
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Comments3
I love your message in the poem, you're very talented
thank you so much for the feedback!!
Beautiful poem seventeen.
Related so much to this poem.
Well penned, keep writing.
thank you, my dear fellow writer!!
you have such a prodigious writing talent, darling. i wish i could read your poems for like hundred years. and i love the massage you made in this one.
i appreciate you. do not ever give up on writing!
love :з
🥺🥺
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