you tell me
i broke the moon
it isn't the full size
the wolves would howl too
so that's my faultyou remind that the
werewolves
were afraid of my clawsand tell me about the vampires
who wouldn't dare to suck
my bloodbecause
my blood is poison
my claws are a vipers teethand that's my fault
you tell me i am
a succubus
that i clearly
am insatiable for sexthat i have hills and mountains
that i clearly love to ride
every morning
afternoon
and nightyou tell me how i
followed the smoke
way too farand how it led me
in a river
too deep
that i drownedyou made me
far too
scared of my own existence
you sayand that's my fault
it's always my fault
it will always be
my faultso
i guess i should face the repercussions then.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.