I hate my name.
The way it twirls around in the air.
Stabbing me in the stomach.
Reminding me that I'll never be who I want to be.
The way it rolls off my parents tongues,
Likes its some dirty word
Thats meant to hurt me.
The way it dances in my head,
Grabbing and pulling at memories of it used in vain.
But you,
You make my name so much better.
It rolls off your tongue
Gently,
With love I've never heard before
I may hate my name
But I could listen to you say it all day long
YOU ARE READING
Tendencies
PoetryPoetry that I have written during my worst moments, every poem is mine unless stated otherwise. [HUGE TRIGGER WARNING LIKE SERIOUSLY HUGE TRIGGER WARNING DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED EASILY]
