Poems from mchelpme
I should never have written poetry for you.
I respect that you care for yourself,
But I hate that you never learned how to care for others...
paint stuck under fingernails,
glue obsessed with skin,
slightly burn-scratched eyebrows,
where lightning strikes have been.
the slight tremor of fear and uncertainty in my fingertips is the bees buzzing ever so loudly in the ear of a deaf man,the spots on a dog...
When you know what you want to do, it's like looking at a big black piece of paper, and there is a pinprick of light shining through.
You...
scattered shadows make dress sleeves,
moth wings frail are interweaved,
ashes hold the quiet tongue,
words unspoken, heads low hung,
tiny...