cry for 3 nights
but sad only for 1.
slit both my wrists open
and bleed in blue
Just 4 u.
shut up.
wipe the blood off ur face goddammit.
kiss romance goodbye.
ur starting to look like john wayne gacy.
maybe i'm not a masochist.
maybe im an artist,
depriving my body of its own natural sources & displaying on foreign canvas
To portray an intricate form of abstractivity
For philosophy's sake.
For attention.
Or maybe thats bullshit.
N i have a crush on a certifiable domestic violence enthusiast.
or maybe it's good ol' fashioned love.
but i know that's insignificant compared to the ponderous giant of a weight
i'm forced to carry on brittle bones.
Or maybe it's consensual,
& im just really dumb.
xoheavychest
YOU ARE READING
adolescent anger
Poesiaany asshole who disregards stanzas in a poetry book is a piece of shit. im that piece of shit.
