I love you,

in the way that I love the taste

of blood in my mouth.

It’s sickly sweet

with the warmth of a beating heart

moments from stillness.

It’s sharp like the prick

of a dying rose,

yet rich as though swirling

with maggots of guilt

gnawing at your insides.

It’s the cool, crisp feel of a blade

along the edge of your finger,

consoling in repetition,

dancing along the brink o...

“Am I quiet? Or do you just never try to listen?” Jaelyn burst out. As soon as those toxic seeds of doubt were spread, she was desperate to pluck out the weeds. This wasn’t her, she would never say something so inconsiderate to one of her only friends, and surely the only one who ever understood her. But she couldn’t uproot them until the vile sprouts had truly taken their stance.

But th...

A sickening shriek struck the air,

The knife twisting in her gut.

Not fair, not fair, not fair.

It never stops,

The roaring tide,

Drowning her in rage,

In fear of herself.

She hated poems sometimes,

And the light they brought,

Because she just wanted to be ugly.

Her pain was not a rose,

Blooming drops of crimson,

It was just blood.

Her tears weren’t dewdrops,

Speckling the landsca...

I like to believe I’m strong,

In the way that a maimed dove believes it can fly.

It should be in my blood,

Woven into my veins like a melody.

Some part of me still believes,

That flight is possible.

I’m not strong.

I’m fragile, easily fragmented glass,

That draws blood when broken.

I was forged of iron and flame once,

But my soul shatters at the slightest touch,

Icicles gouging my insi...

Rotting flowers can still smell sweet,

When I’m surrounded by graves,

Desperate to taste something pure.

Starving for some sense of humanity.

Thorns can still feel soft,

When they were the only bed I’ve known,

When the bittersweet stench of your bloom,

Has stained my eyes in a bloody haze.

I’m to weak to feel rage anymore,

And it felt good to be held, for once,

If only by cold metal bar...

Let’s play a game,

Just you and I.

You take the blades,

And we see who makes it out alive.

Let’s break the rules,

Leave this town behind,

You say I’m yours,

But I know you’re not mine.

Oh, how selfish we are,

We won’t make it through without scars.

Let’s play a game,

Just you and I.

You take the blades,

And we see who makes it out alive.

So grab my hand,

Pretend you could love m...

They’re all having fun without you.

They’re glad you’re not there.

They don’t even notice your presence,

When you can be bothered to attend.

They’re probably talking about you behind your back.

They don’t really like you.

You’re just the weirdo in the back of the herd,

Who never is able to show up.

They’re faking being amiable.

And you have no clue,

_Because you...

You’re here again.

You tempt me,

With perilous ideas,

Dangerous sparks of hope.

That maybe, somehow,

You can be salvaged.

That I can fix your cruelty,

Because it doesn’t show…

That often.

Always the optimist,

Trying to find kindness,

In the pits of a hell,

So filthy, no one dares,

To even draw near.

But that can’t be you.

I’ve known you forever.

This can’t be who you’ve become....

You’re so beautiful,

The first bloom to face the sun,

The first joy in life.

May you live to see,

Prosperity in others,

And watch as they shine.

For I’d hate to think,

The earliest to glimpse light,

Should shrivel soonest....

Tell me,

When do I become irredeemable?

If others always drew the line,

How do I know if I crossed it?

If you always claim to love me,

When will you lie?

When will the burden,

Of all my stupid flaws,

Cause me to snap,

Under the pressure?

One day I’ll run out,

Of time and excuses,

So what will I do then?

How will I become perfect enough,

To not feel shame?

You know better than I, ...