My Dark Poems

Were Toxic I mean Perfect

"Your Perfect" he says
Looking at me as if
I'm a newly painted canvas
With the paint still drying
The image waiting to be admired
I couldn't look at him
I felt as if my scars
We're on display
And he could be secretly holding
Razor blades
"I'm far from it" I say
But it's as if he sees me
All of me
The girl that smokes
And drinks
So that perhaps
Maybe there's just a chance
That I will no longer think
That stinging in my mind
Will be numbed
And instead embraced by music
Surrounding me with its arms
Like a loved ones hug
This boy makes me so afraid
To be seen
To be vulnerable
To show hatred
To show my ugly
Because he may in fact stay
And I will never understand why
He quickly grabbed a cigarette
From his pocket
Smirking at me
Feeling me with warmth
From a glance from what he calls
His "shit brown eyes"
Sticking the poison between his lips
He's addicted to it
And I'm addicted to him