my fingertips are bleeding from
picking up many of pieces of what's
been shattered on numerous occasions.
you said that you'd protect it so you
put in a jar and silly me i let you shove
it in your pocket.
i pretended not to notice the way you
damaged it the first chance you got
always telling myself that your words
are jokes [but you're the only one
laughing] i made myself believe that
everytime you said "screw off" you
secretly meant that you loved me
my friends don't understand our love/hate
relationship. [remember? i love you but you
hate me] because i was naive i sucked your
deadly toxins down like like milkshakes
keep on dreamin' girlfriend is all i seem to hear
almost as if they're forcing me to challenge his
authority. [too many battle scars carefully placed
so no one asks questions] i know i can't he brings
me to my knees with every breath he takes.
i vomit every time your finger grazes my skin
[even when i've had enough you still devour
my body and consume my soul everytime you
look my directions] you say i'm pitiful, i whisper
its the way you want me.
years float on and yet you still take my by the
hand and lead me to the meadow where you
take all your victims[you're slipping away fading
into your own cell of distress slowly pulling tiny
pieces of me with you] before you go you give
it to me good.
i feel the strength of your hands coil around my
neck [my skin fits your fingerprints as if its been
done too many times before] i start to pull away
from my body and my skin turns ice cold. you
hold on tight to make sure your work is done.
people with glass hearts shouldn't fall
for people that throw stones
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
Excellent write. Muses aren't to be spanked or flogged, and you can't force them to do your bidding. Your muse did a fine and wonderful job here, and no it didn't suck.
I am glad that you entered this piece in my contest. Thank you very much for doing so.
