I want to destroy you.
I want to tear you apart at the seams,
Bend your brittle bones until they break, burn
Like fire until you are consumed.
I want to show you what I really am; flawed,
Accident-prone, human and heartless.
I want to watch you snap, sobbing
On the stone solid kitchen floor
(It's always the kitchen floor,
I've cried everywhere and the kitchen floor offers
No comfort, you see) and collect
Your tears like specimins -
To be examined later -
Your emotions fascinate me.
I want to feel powerful. I want to know if you care enough
To give me the ability to decimate you.
Only if you're strong of course,
It's no use if you'd let just anyone rip you to rags.
I want to fall on you, push you til you crack,
I want to see if you'd fight back,
Or if you're better than I am.
Tell me what you think of me now, darling.
Now that I am lost and you are beyond repair.
YOU ARE READING
We Are Still Growing
PoesíaThis is my 3rd poetry book. I am leaving the first 2 on my account as they are part of my past and a way to mark how far I've come, but they are, as the kids say, mad cringe. Just a little collection of my newer poetry, for my own sake really. Pleas...
