Miscellaneous Poetry

HER

April 21st 2017

Her touch causes sparks

To race through your body.

Her lips send shivers down

your spine.

her existence is beautifully
painful.

her love is so wonderful,

but she hurts.

when shes alone,

she screams in agony.

nobody seeps to hear

her pleas of help.

Her silence is unnoticed.

She is oh so beautiful,

But her insides are ugly with pain.

she begs for help,

as they kiss her,

as they fuck her.

she is dying inside,

but her beauty persists,

almost like a curse,

Hiding the truth

From the world.

She continues to scream until

There is nothing left.

Until she is just skin and bones.

Her soul is gone.

Shattered long ago.

The pieces blown away,

She is gone,

Just a body,

Wasting space.

They still never notice.

They still continue to kiss

And fuck.

Only noticing when she finally crumbles into nothingness.

Her dust is just swept under a rug,

Her beauty was remembered

And grieved.

But not her soul,

And love,

And the sparks she sent through you,

And not the shivers you got when she kissed you.

Her body was loved.

She was not.

She is gone now.

She is forgotten.

Forevermore.