Book of Poems

Leave. Me. Be.

So hard to let go of.

All I want is to be,

just let me be,

poisoned and black,

red and insane,

yellow and jovial,

pink and in love,

let me be.

I don't want to hold you any longer.

I WON'T hold you any longer.

Let me be without your taunting smirk,

Your frown or whisper that stabs something into my chest so very deep,

something that kills me a little bit inside each time.

You scream at me,

I weep,

I bleed,

You leave,

I pull myself together and wait,

For the next brutal beating that will leave me torn in pieces.

I'm done holding you, my rip is loosened, I'm not frightened anymore,

so please, please, please,

Just. Leave. Me. Be.