POETRY

BURN MARKS

BURN MARKS

The movies fucked me up

In more ways that I can count

Because I started expecting

Exactly what they were portraying.

Showing a girl not leaving her house

But when she stepped out foot outside

She immidiatly met a guy.

A nice decent guy, a guy

Who made her laugh

And helped her forget

About all the troubles running in her mind.

They fell in love with eachother

At first sight

And at the end

Ended up creating their own lives.

When I put it like that

It seems ridicilous I'd fall for that kind of crap

But when every single movie plays out this way

It hard to pretend.

The movies aren't the only one fucking me up

The novels I read, are doing the exact same thing.

They made me believe I should want a guy

Who'll start a fire on my skin

And leave burn marks all over my body.

A guy whose kiss would always leave me foggy.

A guy so intoxicating i wouldn't want to leave

Even if he'd started playing mean.

I mean, he has daddy or mommy issues and

Its my job to fix his heart, right? No matter the cost?

It's only naturally

That I wouldn't know what to think

But now I know for sure

I don't want a guy to start a wildfire

On my skin or have him write his poetry

Inside my bones.

You see,

I'd rather fall for someone who feels like home,

Someone who feels like a river,

Because a river shapes and molds you

Into the person you need to be

It leaves you room to grow and breathe.

See,

I'd rather fall for a guy who'd feel like a river

Like water that would wash away all my dirt

And my sins.

Someone who'd feel safe and made sure

I have all the room to comfortably change skin.

I know that's how I'd treat him.

I want a guy like water droplets on my skin

When it rains,

Washing away my guilt over my mistakes.

Not someone who'd leave burn marks

And filled my lungs with smoke

Leaving no room to breathe.