You were always right
Moonlight smirks and sunrise kisses
You told me I was like a thimble, small but tough
And I could shield you from the needle
Whatever it might be sewing
Yet the snowdrops in the garden are still tinged with red
You were always strong
Purples knuckles but an unscarred face
I always felt safe, when we were walking together at night
But my hair is pulled back not by an elastic band but by your fist
It doesn't really matter because either could snap at any moment
You were never smiling
Only sideways glances with flat lined heartbeat lips
Always closed, unless screaming
About how you hated the way I wore my clothes
How you hated how much time I spent with my friends
How you hated my skin
How you loved me
You who had perfected the exploitation of destruction.
You who calls yourself damaged and so now every fragmented shard of glass poking through my skin
Is art.
Come rip it from my flesh and use it to cut your own throat
Because you always said my words were like daggers but I only ever told you how beautiful you were
In the moonlight.
You probably thought I was lying
You never fell in love with your reflection unless it was disfigured by ripples
Left by our footprints in the stream.
That stream
Where you told me it could wash away pain by just a simple stroll over the pebbled bed
And yet I fear that stream has become an ocean because I'm drowning in salt water
And why am I still choking on your cologne with every lover I lay with?
And maybe that salt water is just from my eyelashes
Blink away the disfiguration that turned you from prince to dragon
After just a couple shots
One for every twirl as you lifted me up.
One for each time you got underneath my top.
Fuck it down the whole bottle because when did you stop?
You were just a smile
Closed mouth sideways smirk
Hiding the blood that's stained your teeth
And you will never hear my breath through the shower curtain
YOU ARE READING
Pretend I'm Screaming This
PoesiaA compilation of poems that are meant to be screamed on stage.