I am so sorry but I need to tell you that
I STILL WANT TO PUNCH HIM
I STILL WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL PAIN
I STILL WANT TO WATCH LIFE FADE FROM HIS EYES.
And he doesn't even know who I am.
A coat of butterflies should have been enough
to protect you.
I am so sorry.
It turns out, he respected no boundary
Crushed, poisoned butterflies
Into bleeding smudge.
Into smoldering embers.
Sick, vile.
Body vessel wasted, used to violate another.
How does he sleep at night.
I wonder.
Useless, Awful thing.
How could he be in such close proximity
With such a being
and choose. choose. to harm.
Not to admire. Observe. Ponder. Memorize.
Just harm.
Sick, vile.
I still want to hurt him.
I'm sorry.
But I still want to hurt him.
YOU ARE READING
Everything left to complain about (stopped) (go read my other poem book)
PoetryPoems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say s...
