What happens when every bone in your body breaks?
I guess we'll find out soon.
Scattered shattered pieces of a body torn
My silly confetti heart is strewn across cities and
street lights whose lights continuously flash. '
Your name caught in the back of my throat
shredded by words that were never spoken.
Silence isn't always better.
I cough
and cough
and cough.
Hacking to get your venomous name to slip through cracking lips and slide across my blood red tongue.
Caught behind nicotine teeth the words missing once again.
You were a mouthful of destruction followed by a mouthful of apologies.
Tight lipped with hard fists,
an artists whose palette consists only of purple and blue.
How did "us against the world" become "me against you?"
You're ripped at every edge but you're still a masterpiece.
Ink that ran through veins now slip across the skin covered canvas.
You're the most exquisite form of self destruction.
My pride is no longer inside
rather none is left.
If there was I wouldn't look in the mirror and ask my soul
"if I was alright?".
I used to be able to recognize myself, when I looked in the mirror,
it's funny how reflections change.
My body's stained black and blues
from all the nights spent with you.
I know I deserve more than you are willing to give me.
I've bit my tongue for so long
The only language I speak is silence.
Nothing but a paper poet writing words no one will see.
You'll change.
This won't happen again.
You'll come back to me.
You gave me panic attacks and I called it love.
"I'm sorry" lazily slipping from your lips.
No.
Don't you dare tell me you're sorry when you still smell of her perfume
and her rose coloured lipstick still stains every shirt collar.
We were never meant to last.
My soul aches for you but you are too toxic for me.
I'll wrap caution tape around your heart,
to let others know you're too dangerous to be around.
I'm searching for something I can't reach,
but someday I will.
You'll come home tonight,
another sinful deed done.
You'll be surprised that I'm not there,
and never will be again.
Maybe I feel empty now because it's true that we
leave a part of ourselves in everything we used to love,
so maybe you'll be missed.
In the end I've survived a lot of things,
and I'll probably survive this too.
because as hollow as I may be
My heart is not empty.
