I.
You're hard
Cold
But I can smell the warmth underneath
bubbling and rust-flavored
I pace about outside,
snarling, waiting to pounce
waiting to rip off the bars and enter
II.
It's strange
to meet someone who's like you
who knows how to pry without giving answers
It's maddening
I hate it
I hate you
You're a challenge, you hear me?
Nothing more
There's no want
I can't want
Digging nails into flesh
Gouging my eyes from desire
What is happening?
No
no no no
I won't let it end like this
you won't win
I will rule
III.
Every word is a weapon
I reach for my knives
Looking for the best spot to strike
I want to hear you cry out
That's how I'll know I've made a crack
A glance into the prison
Your pain
gives me a high
Don't flatter yourself, it's not you
it means I did something
I accomplished a goal I set out to do
If you're bleeding
it means I'm the evil one
worse than you
and you're safe
I can trust you won't hurt me
if you're cowering and naked
only wearing blood and scars
I gently trace the knife along your flesh
with insults, 'maybes' and snide remarks
Always watching, always waiting.
IV.
A flash of sorrow, then nothing
But I saw it
I heard it
You were sad
because of me.
I win.
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Dried Autumn Leaves
PoesíaA companion piece to Scattered Rose Petals, this poetry anthology focuses on the brittler emotions a young adult often encounters. The themes in this collection are a bit darker, bitter and cynical, but there are splashes of color and hope. Life isn...
