I remember her lips, dipped in blues and reds
Of the most beautiful of kind.
They shone so bright, like the stars I once longed to find
in a sky where so much light- too much light- tainted the night
and all it had to offer.
But there she was:
Tendrils of darkness rolling off her
So she was the brightest star
who could never touch the sky
And it could never touch her
I remember her skin:
So pale, so fragile
We never knew know how strong we are until we try to break
Till we try to be nothing but watery paper, wasting away in a grave
Yet just the right amount of anything
and your breath is taken away
She knew that, and so did I, which is why I could never sleep when I couldn't touch her, see her
When her paper was littered with marks of pen
I remember her eyes:
Those wretched things
Always tore me apart, no need to speak
So dark, deep like an ocean
But I know right away when I hit my mark
The waves never crashed, they never snapped
Just clawed back to their brothers and sisters for another day of torture
So brutal, this game you play, girl
But I can't help myself from repeating it
I remember my heart
My shaking limbs
I remember the fear-
The agony.
I remember my hands
The gripping of silver.
I remember their voices
Cutting right through me.
I remember my eyes
The ones of monsters.
I remember the glass
So sharp and pleading.
I remember the screams
They always found me.
I remember the water
That only tried to bring serenity.
I will not be that for him.
I will not see that again.
I will not pass on my bucket of sadness throughout the world
Not to ring in his friends pity,
as they rub his back after I finished my wrath
Even when I warned you—a courtesy she never gave me—I warned you to stay away
Her pain made my pain and so must I make yours
So expertly?
So cleanly?
So uniquely?
So pretty.
My tiny, delicate hands, can craft you a nightmare
The way she crafted mine for years to come
It seems like I write two hundred poems in my notes and then I come back to wattpad and see I haven't updated my story in three months and then post like three chapters and then just like forget all over again
YOU ARE READING
Another poem book because I have learned how to write not as shitty poems
PoetryPoems, some short stories, and submissions for contests.