Here it goes another friend that I have to bury
This one is particularly more arduous,
Because I thought she and I would marry.
There goes another one,
Wrong place at the wrong time.
Following in her brother's footsteps
Straight down the jagged line.
How many people have I killed.....
Three, Four, Six, Twenty?
Feeling my knife slit their necks,
I'll never stop until I'm good and ready.
Death isn't something I sightlessly take,
But something that I discerly see
Some people believe living is for them,
No living can only be for me.
Romance books have completely ruined love for me
As I've grow older I'm seeing this as a proven fact
Out of all my previous relationships,
None have come close to "book dude"
This is bad because how can any man measure up,
to the notion of love that exists in my mind.
Sometimes I'm the damsel in distress rescued by a prince
Or the invisible girl that the quarterback notices
The tom boy that the guy actually appreciates
Or my favorite character trope,
the girl who never intended to fall in love.
Sometimes it's better to dream of the artificial possibilities
In the moments of working on single me
Becoming that best of my wondering 20's
Figuring out those moments
Figuring out me
When that time comes or if it was never meant to be
In the meanwhile I could always just sit down and read
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
