There's a girl in my English class I want to fuck,
I say,
He doesn't look up.
I think my writing has become trite and predictable,
I say.
He says, that's nice, babe.
My body is a plastic bag and I am suffocating,
I say.
He simply replies,
but I love your body.
There is a girl in my English class,
With slim thighs and clear skin and good fashion sense,
And I can't decide if I want to trade places with her,
Or simply kiss those soft red lips.
If I had her wide eyes and tiny body,
Would he love me?
My mind is a noose and I am hanging him.
I keep him awake with the same series of insecurities
He's heard over and over again.
I have made him say I love you so many times
That it feels like a bandaid instead of stitches.
Latex lies he's sick of repeating,
The same set of assertions his last girl needed:
Please don't hurt yourself,
You're beautiful,
I love you I love you I love you.
Don't listen to what the voices tell you,
Babe he says eventually,
Too weary from the moments I have ripped myself into shreds,
Just go to bed.
It's a bad night tonight.
I tell him,
And watch him roll his eyes.
-"Jack"
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PuisiThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
