God, You're athepathetic
in your ski mask, sitting in the dark, unable to sleep in the bed like a human and opting for the floor
you run off disappointment like diesel
so i can't tell you that I'm dissatisfied with you
I wont say you reek unemployment with that inter view at 2:30
I would rather die than remind you of your mother
were you my child, why,
You'd eat the discipline like cookie crunch cereals
Because god, aren't you fucking pathetic?
You age me with your immatuirty
To think that I'm in love with someone lacking
Impulse
Control
DIsgusts me
You've yet to prove yourself a pedophile to me
Because I know at heart you're 17
Wild, clandestine
Yet exposed to how ugly the world can be
You live Harry Potterly, in a nook in your Nan's old 2 story house
Eating her food
Fixing her Netflix
You are ambitionless
Aspirtionless
Pessimestic and
Forever pathetic
There's nothing about you I hate like your addiction
It's all you are somedays; on the calls filled with silence, you light snaps us both out of dissociation
The second you step out of that house, pockets jangling with dimes you scraped from the floor, you turn into someone I've never met
Insufferable, years of tomfoolery captivate you
while I hear you talk about gang members and your right to carry a gun, my flight or flight kicks in and I realize you're a stranger to me
And the worst part?
You don't want to quit.
Find me a million essaies on the mingling of psychosis nd cannibis, still i fear
To stare at an empty brick wall, nursing your child, while you blow smoke in my ear
I got better this summer
I got better for you
I chose you over my addiction
I fucked someone to forget about you
You were empty this summer, at least I had the courage to face you
I am valid for being upset you won't reciprocate
My biggest mistake was always expecting so much of you
You can't function without me, blunt-ly.
Without me, you disappear
Beautiful, bludgeoned boy,
Be something without me
Because I can't tuck you in every night
ANd for you I am just a boy as well.
I want you to want to fomfront your trauma
You don't even care that i've manipulated you
I'm the pedophile, and all you can do is laugh
Guess that's what I get for dating a depressive
Cadaver's still in me
But I refuse to let her rot. like she does.
Eat for us,
Save for us,
Sell your guns and quit your drugs
Ill love you forever, but a Corpse can't
Hold me while it storms outside.
YOU ARE READING
An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poetrypoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
