I am made up of 201 parts
(give or take)
and I have given
and you have taken
201 parts of me
plucked straight from the deepest
(and darkest)
corners of my mind
and heart
(should I go as far to say soul?)
every word
every line
was...me
they are memories, dreams, thoughts
feelings
things that I swore to never show
to never tell
and look
you've all peeked inside
are your glasses dirty, dear reader?
my skeletons were quite dusty
my insides were quite bloody
are you tainted, my friend?
blood is an easy way to spread disease
(god knows what diseases I have
of the body and mind)
did you enjoy looking inside?
seeing my torment, my pain, my frustration?
can I call you sadistic?
are you
ashamed?
perhaps you should be
perhaps you should not be
I think I'm to blame
in this sticky, dirty, dusty, bloody situation
because I'm the one who let you look inside
I'm the one who told you my secrets
I'm the one who opened my mouth, opened my pen
and wrote down all these godforsaken words
words, words, words!
don't you understand that words mean nothing?
no one cares about words, and I most certainly do not care
about all these words
you're not to blame
don't feel bad or guilty
you're the same as any other human
someone who feeds off someone else's life
a blood-sucker
(and I've had more than enough blood to give, half of it wasn't even mine)
really, darling, it's me who should be sent
to the gallows
because I'm the one who hung my dirty laundry
out to dry
YOU ARE READING
BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
