somebody haunts me, spits smoke out of my mouth
the clouds fall grey I want to say my love is flying south
your knuckles are blue and bloody too
from the fight we had last night
and I wish I wasn't able to say my heart you still ignite
bright orange flames but I'm no longer scared
I'm already scarred and burned
should I go in and fight so we don't see the light
or turn away and make you learn
you're sick in the head but so am I
when your knuckles hit my cheek
I realize that I'd rather die
than be without you for a week
dull purple veins pulse through your arms
when you clench your fists and scream
trying to make me scared of harm
but it's already a recurring theme
at 8am I open my eyes to the white light through the blinds
you're next to me so peacefully every single time
a lot of people tend to think that we're totally out of our minds
but I love you for black and blue and the grey inside your eyes
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Author:
Emily Hood (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is not a personal experience of mine (I've been asked by many) It is an exaggerated version of what I have gone through, people messing with my feelings. I am a story teller, I love to exaggerate things. I wrote this for my creative writing class in school. I hope you enjoy...
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
WELCOME EMY - Great first poem - thanks for sharing ! The colors of LIFE and the colors of LOVE are the same - they just glow for different reasons. Your note is helpful telling me that your poem is an exaggerated melange of your feelings. I can empathise with a lot of the issues you mention ! As we move through life we hurt and are hurt and i love your closing line ! "I love you for the black and blue and the grey inside your eyes". An excellently crafted poem bursting with rhyme and rhythm . The content mirrors reality ! BRIAN
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