I never tried to hurt you
So what deal did you make
To take sun from the back of my eyes
Are my golden irises open to the dawn
Or closed to you
I sweat my ink and swear on my life
Tearing you down
If only I could
Pen to paper sketching
The indents of my teeth to my lip
Like a sacrificial ritual, put me down
Before the sun rises again
That early hour
Rays of golden blades piercing through
Waking me to hollow
But I still wake for nothing and nobody
Bearing a thousand feathers
Feeling like lead
Lead me on
No deeper down your warpath
I can't keep waking up smelling you
In suffocation or panic
Just take the sun
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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