tw: self harm
I held the flame to my skin.
It burned.
And I let it.
I let it burn
For every fuck up
Every missed call
For everything I've said when I was a bit too high.
I let it burn for every broken heart
And bruised bone
Every unfinished poem.
I let it burn for you
For me
And everyone in between.
I let it burn
For every scar
Every sleepless night
For every hollow promise.
I let it burn until it consumes me
Licking at my skin
Boiling my eyes as I watch you,
Burning and broiling and tearing this house down.
I let it burn
Just to burn
To consume
And return everything to ash.
Lace my ashes with stardust
So it's less painful to look at me when I'm gone.
I let it burn memories into the history of my skin,
I like the way the opalescent flesh shines on a blue winter night.
I let it burn like hell.
burn.
It rolls off my tongue like whiskey and honey,
I'm drunk off the way it sounds
How the heat caresses my skin with the sun's kiss.
Melt me to the bone
And then burn the ashes,
I want to be completely rid of this world.
I come from lands of skeleton sheep and foggy mornings
From orange oceans and endless night,
My world is that feeling you get when you turn the page of a book and you could've sworn there were two pages but as much as you try to separate them, there's only one.
My love language is fire
And cold blankets,
And paint chipped walls.
Cut me tenderly with icy claws
My blood doesn't spill,
It journeys
Across my body
Into the earth
Decorating the pavement
Dazzling the innocent.
I am melancholy
But ethereal
In the sense that my sorrow is untouchable
It has been crafted and procured only for me,
It is my sadness
My suspension from the world of the touchable,
A wounded deer
But do not pull the arrow from my chest
This sorrow is mine, and it grants me wisdom.
This sorrow is mine
Do not bring it upon yourself to fix what was made to be broken.
I am shattered,
But beautiful.
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Şiir(Part two of a poetry series) *Trigger Warning* Triggering topics will be described and discussed in this book. Read at your own risk. Here is a collection of my poetry. Nothing more. Nothing less. I hope you delight in my deterioration...~
