Lingering on dancing words
They flit across the page
As the candle wick has met the match
And the clouds, grey, begin to rain…
Distain, refrain, these dissonant chords of past
My inner-strength this midnight surfacing of pride
The lingering wonders of a long lost star
Within your arms, I cry, I hide
Traces, pieces…only fragments of what’s left
Tie a tourniquet around my soul…
Cut off the pulse of my regret
Is my happiness that much of a threat?
Those whispers of suicide are a contradiction
You aren’t blinding me anymore
This isn’t ‘Please give me a reason’
This is the selfish consequence of your ever scarring treason
Because quite frankly, I can’t take this anymore
If I’m the backstabbing bitch take a look within, I implore
Trust me, you won’t find me there anymore.
I’m a heartbreaker, a rapist, and what else?
Oh…that’s right, you hate yourself.
Well listen up, because I’m only saying this once,
You lost my friendship, you lost my trust.
You lost it when you told me how to live my life
You lost it when you took the love, and ripped it from my life
You lost it when you knew it was wrong
When they tried to accept you, and you fucking run?
Socially inept, fucked family values, I’m sorry honey
That isn’t my fault, and finally…Look at me.
I’m not like the others that you can kick around…
I stand straight up when you knock me down
And what else? Pity you, okay, how about we double this shit, times two?
No, wait, hold on, fuck you.
Yeah, I win.
You lose.
What'd ya think?
Comments
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The poem seems to really slip in and out of its rhythm until the break of rhythm becomes the rhythm, jarring the listener into focus much like a rap song. On a more personal note, I'm so very glad you found an outlet for this. It helps to write it out sometimes.

