Midnight Lullabies

13 | Of structureless poems and breaking free

"I don't care
if you think
that my poetry
does not
make
sense."

I hissed at him,
anger seething in me,
skin craving for his hands around my neck.
Go ahead and
hit me. It doesn't matter.

My body is
exhausted of fitting in
certain standards
and criteria.
Don't bother with me
I am a jigsaw puzzle that
never really
formed a picture.

This is how
you left
me
with no
order.

I do not know
how to
pick my
words like flowers
in a garden
because I've lost
my dictionary;
you've stolen my
ability to
speak.

This is
how you
left me:
structureless.

lower cases and Uppercases
I am breaking free of
regulations.

this is how you left me.

I feel
like an escaped animal
from the zoo
only no
one is
looking for me.

As much as this is driving me crazy
it feels
so good
to not think about structures and order
and rhyming words
it feels so
good
to be free.

and you no
longer lie
in between my
syllables and letters
and carefully crafted words
like origami.

i will wreck you in my
poetry
I will no longer
write
about the butterflies
for you are a cockroach.

this is hilarious.
this is insanity.

this is how you left me.