Poems from ebrooke
i wish i didn’t have a last name;
i don’t belong-
anywhere.
my original last name lost its beauty
from the very first day i was hit,
lost...
i don’t know how to describe it,
the burning in my throat
the tingle on my lips.
It’s something sinister,
searching for something to kill...
my stepdad screams in the living room,
alcohol clinging strong on his breath.
my mother weeps in her bedroom,
tears burning through holes...
my heart
aches
at the knowledge
that i’ve loved you for forever
but
forever is coming
to an end.
Falling in love with you
Would have been less painful,
If only you had beaten me
With rings on your fingers
And sharp heels
On your boots.