I asked for the sun
And you gave me ashes
The remnants of Icarus
Scorched, I'm left empty
As always
I asked for the moon
And you gave me a stone
I filled by pockets
Til I fell beneath
Your pale effulgence, alone
I pleaded for heaven in your smile
But all you gave me was dust
And my lust fell soundless
At your feet
Fragments
Of who I use to be
Of who I was
When I still believed
That the bottle could be
Just exactly what I need
That the edge of a knife
Was the only way to bleed
And now I feed my envy
With greed
Now I'm the devil
In wool, set free
And I asked for the earth
But you gave me mud instead
There was venom in your touch
And danger in the lies you fed
Now stranded in your gaze
Drowning in your touch
I wake up dead
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trigger points.
PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
