It's over now isn't it .
Everything is clear as day,
But how do I convince myself that if I mean
Nothing to you I mean everything to me.
It all seems wrong .
Maybe I should have given in.
All the depression embodies me for single moment .
Death reigns .
Maybe I never was who I felt I was ,
Maybe I'd always be this girl who's difficult to love.
Maybe it's brutal truth that men are actually dogs
And I'm a princess like from the movies
Yet no one would save me because savage beasts burn in their belly and boil in their hearts .
What do I do with you now ?
Yet another one to discard as if it were litter.
You drank alcohol expressively and threw empty bottles on the ground oh so valiantly .
Your nails are always dense with dirt and your legs are bent unshapely like the curves on your spine of your bottom.
Yet I'm called the one with a dirty mouth while your teeth are stained like glass windows
Did I forget to mention broken and brown like satin windows.
How many cigarettes buds did it take to turn your chapped lips black and blistered cause I wanna know
I wanna know how many beers does it to make your belly fold like that.
But instead I held my town.
He's a charming thing .
The most outstanding thing I've said
Is you smell good and that's the only outstanding thing I've noticed about you.
Not a gentleman , nor at peace .
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Music
PoetryBeing a poet or even a writer is a means of survival and a therapeutic process of self-expression. This is a compilation that identifies the growth of individuals which showcases the complexities of life, especially that of a teenager. The protagoni...
