Witherland

[19] The Words I Kill For You/T

[19] THE WORDS I KILL FOR YOU/T

Scratch #1
I know I shouldn't be writing to you,
but here's what you have to know.
You are everything that burns,
scalding my skin with third degrees
and leaving scars
in all the wrong places,
In all the private parts of me
which now lay bare in
the eyes of the world.
[Time check: 00:00,
paper burnt with lighter]

Scratch #2
I know I shouldn't be writing to you.
The simple reason is that
you are the toxin to my body.
You are the plague blocking
the road map in my veins,
infesting me blood then blood
then heart. After all,
you have my heart
in your palms.
But on these nights,
I wish you have a heartbeat.
[Time check: 00:16,
paper soaking in the sink]

Scratch #3
I know I shouldn't be writing to you.
There are many things now that
I wish I could've basked under the
daylights for you to see. Instead,
I am hiding in the dark, peering
behind empty posts and
watching you from a sea of bodies
with too many eyes.
In these instances,
I wish for one request:
Please look at me.
[Time check: 00:23,
email in the trash]

Scratch #4
I know I shouldn't be writing to you.
So I won't. I'll stop.
I'll kill the words out
and leave them to rot
underneath
light years and light years
of skin and bones.
[Time check: 00:37,
paper buried under the bed]

Scratch #5
I know I shouldn't be writing to you,
But I am too much pain and sadness
and the only thing I have for a painkiller
is bleeding out poetry you'll never get.
See these hands covered in black?
They ache to trace the distance
From where we used to be.
See this heart pumping for words?
No. You're still not looking.
[Time check: 01:51,
message unsent]

Scratch #6
I know I shouldn't be writing to you.
We are all sin and sin and lies
and confessions trapped in the
darkness. We have wounds
and hearts in flat lines.
We are the bodies together
only in memory.
I know you'll never look at me,
But here I am, handing my heart
out blind one more time.
It doesn't have to be quick,
it doesn't have to be happy.
But please,
don't throw it away.
[Time check: 02:29,
message received]

[a/n]

So I haven't done an a/n on this book yet, and I guess it's time that I do. First of all, I'd like to thank you all for giving Witherland a chance. I can't thank you enough for just reading, even without the votes or comments. I'm new here on Wattpad and just you reading my poems really means a lot. But I'd really like to thank @midnight_mon for extending this book to her readers. It just made my heart swell when she voted on all of the pieces and commented so many encouraging words that made me want to write even more. I think that's the reason why we are all here, to create something that would move people in different ways. So this one's for @midnight_mon and for all of you who are continuously supporting my works. Thank you so so much! xx