September 11th

Here we go again

Don’t touch me

It was you this time

NOT  me

Instead of saying yes

I said no

Was not answer

I tried to break it down for you every time

I spat on your backbone

In order for you to see

I don’t need you

So let me proceed

On my intellectual journey

I mean the neighbors heard us last few nights

Arguing

Verbally slaughtering

Your words sliced through my veins

Soon they flew up to my ears and glazed them

I knew your lies would hurt me in the end

You whispered sweet nothings

That sound great at first assumption

There you are smiling at me

As if I wasn’t mad at you 2 seconds ago

You have a way of using yourself to get to me

Suffocation from your touch

Don’t touch me

Your hands create a plane crash within myself

 

You are my terrorist

The terrorist that kills every part of me emotionally

You slammed into my best working parts of me

It begins to be depressing because the NYC

Was one of the USA’s Main arteries

Can somebody help me

I rub my hands along my skin gently

Because you left me on the cold side of the bed last night

I close my eyes

Feeling the heat from my heart

Gradually grilling your hands

Because maybe I will be more stern

This time

Don't touch me

I fall flat on my foundation

I hope this is more than what you see

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