Darling,
from me to you,
another piece of my heart.
Naive, mistaken
you were fooled,
I was already at the end before I got the chance to start.
Guilt ridden,
scars hidden,
I told people I was okay,
as I collect more straw for the nest on my nose,
again, I was fibbing.
Darling,
you are wearing me down,
wearing my white sequenced dress below the knee,
because the damage was done,
I didn't want them to see.
Blood stained,
weight gained,
nothing left,
yet nothing changed.
Naive darling,
you think I hit it for fun,
I hit it to forget,
I hit my market of men,
I do not savour the taste of each,
I seasoned and spiced,
the packed closet in my brain,
until the unwanted was abandoned,
left untouched, at the back of the closet.
I hit my bad habits,
bad habits replayed, and replayed,
if I do not,
I will go insane.
You think I do it for fun,
I do it to forget,
and the second that I do,
whatever, reckless manoeuvre I choose,
it's going on my list of regrets.
YOU ARE READING
An organised mess
PoesiaA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
