I've held you at gun point
Cold metal against warm cheeks
Threats whispered to the shell
Of ears that only hear
What lies I think I speakAnd I'm holding you
At the end of this blade
Forcing your hand
Just to love meOnly the way you can
I think I've got you on a precipice
The edge between
All that's right and wrong in me
Because I think I'm the oneTo blame
It's only pain
I'm giving as a gift
Because I could never believe
In someone's desperate wishTo simple bathe
In my presence
YOU ARE READING
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.