you're a flood of ambition
dripping right onto my floor.
I lap it all up, begging at your feet-
puppy dog eyes
have nothing on me.
mind set on redemption
it's not affection you're aching for
but that's all I've got;
a heart so cold
it's warm to the touch.
but I'm a sunflower, an angel,
they like to say-
where's my halo in the 2 am mirror
when I'm fighting
the midnight blanket?
(skin tight- and I'm claustrophobic)
tracing lines all down my thighs
with a jagged fingernail,
a map I wish I could pursue
with my blades that smile too.
they grin in my shaky hand
but I'm still petrified
(please don't bite
where they can see)
and so they've never
shone against my skin.
but here you are
closer than my walls feel in the dark
and I don't feel crowded.
your teeth aren't comforting
almost RAZOR-sharp,
but when they sink into my skin
my only thought
is the way you say my name.
YOU ARE READING
open letters to no one
Poetrypoems I can't keep to myself. things to get off my chest with verbs, nouns, adjectives. life lessons I have no one to share with. texts I really should send but don't have the courage to. things I can't say aloud. in essence, words I want to scream...
