Your eyes and how they dazzle even in the dim light. Your ruffled disheveled hair framing your face better than any photograph could ever do. Your toothy grin you don't like to show too often. Your long and slim fingers attached to those warm big hands of yours. Your style, some how some way your shirts always had a hole in them. Whether you knew it or not, to me,
Your everything has always been a beautiful mess.
The way your eyebrows furrowed when you're confused. The way the hairs blanketing your skin rise whenever you see me. The curl of your lips upon hearing unsettling words. The smell of your screams calling out for unnecessary help. You truly are my unhealthy obsession...w-why cant you understand that, my love?
You leave me here alone with my insomnia filled stream of tears pooling at my chin, then slicing away at my jugular. Sadness oozing from my wounds, letting me waste away in my misfortune.
YOU are killing me
Maybe its time you understand how that feels? Maybe it's time I kill you. You shouldn't want anyone else. I-I am all that you need right? Right?!
It's time you fill the absence you've left. So as your blood pools, slicing away at your jugular. Your tainted insides trembling to the ground. Your hair pricked skin becoming a brush for the dirt and gravel, remember this...
Darling, your everything has always been a mess. a Beautiful mess.
YOU ARE READING
Memories of the Sea
PoetryA collection of poetry written by myself. I hope you enjoy my deep thoughts and the spewing of my heart.
