These Scars, They Tell Stories - A Poem Collection

Insecurity

People whisper

I just stare

Don't kiss her

It isn't fair!

How could it be?

What doesn't he see?

What the hell is wrong with me?

Once he's gone

She's out the door

She is sly

She is quick

Seeing me, it makes her sick

Her pace quickens 

As her thoughts thicken

It's dark outside, what a thrill!

I reach for her neck and decide i'll kill

Her hands are cold and her body still

I stand up straight and fix my hair

I kick the body, should I care?

I wipe the blood from off my cheek

And happily run back

To kiss my sweet.