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she stared at the ceiling
with tears in her eyes,
finally loving herself,
thinking she would now suffice.
everything was a blur,
though everything was clear in her messed-up life,
and she learned soon enough
that she would be fine this time.
her scars were popping out of her veins
and covered her entire hand,
yet she felt happy
because she was back to where she belonged, her own land.
I told her that there was nothing to worry about,
that no one would come for her,
but looking at her face that day,
I knew that she was happy and wasn't really listening to my words.
The blue she saw that day,
turned her life red,
because she didn't know,
what would happen at the end.
it was all still a blur,
but clear at the same time,
because she understood,
that this time, everything would be fine.
she had taken her revenge,
for having been given those scars,
and now she loved them,
for they made her who she was.
she knew she was a murderer,
the worst of their kind,
because they fought for revenge
but she fought for peace of mind.
she didn't love anyone,
she always knew that,
so she did what she wanted to do,
and got those scars.
I asked her, "why do you do that?"
"why did your winning smile become to look like a smirk?"
she just answered with a smile,
"because killing has its perks."
and then she said,
"Why hide my scars when they tell such a beautiful story?
Why hide my marks when I know they are what made me tough?
I became what I am through those,
I tried to be happy, who knew doing something like this would be enough?"
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-about-
written: january 21, 2021
So I wrote this poem with one of the writing prompts as well. I usually have a pretty boring life so I have to get an idea in order to write my poems. This poem is really close to me because I think that it has that beautiful idea that makes you think about what actually happened after you're done reading. So I really like it.
-anyways, thanks for reading, people!! do vote and comment if you liked it-
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