Twisted hearts
Poison running down my veins
A tangle of rope that wraps around me in colors of blue and red.
Cherry red
Deep red that takes up the space of your torso.
A deep red dress that bleeds on your skin
Auburn eyes that seep through the layers of vision and see right through me
How?
Because you're poison.
Red and blue and brunette head full of hair that ruffles like autumn leaves, like rain that drops acid of fire. It's orange and dirty, rusty and red, brown, and deadly.
You're so poison.
And I hate it
I can't have it anymore
No, not anymore
This hazel twists and turns each time you stare into my eyes and then steal a glance at another girl.
So full of judgment.
I fear you
I loath you
I don't want you
It's too complicated for me
The purple rope is in a knot and it's stuck in my throat.
The red rope is wrapped around your hand, a seductive grin on your lips as you put it on your head like a top hat.
You've got me under your spell
I'm under your control
But, I wanna be free
Don't you see
Ugh
It's so gross
Ugh
Too toxic
Too poison
Lips scratch against my skin, ruff on my forehead.
I can't feel anything
You've brought me some food, leftover snacks, it's a nice gesture but it's a hack
It's a trap to keep me under
And I'm not safe with that
It's twisted
All priorities are twisted
And so are our hearts
Mine who was red is now blue
And yours that was purple is now red
Your orange hair is no longer a safe haven, a heaven with melodies of chocolate filled eyes.
Can't you see?
It's goodbye
now
I think it's time to be free
We've twisted each other up
In our own twisted hearts
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Transition
PoetryThe moment right before we realize it's enough, the moment where we start to do the changing. The moment before the big boom. ~~~~~~~~~ inspiring poems here to help you out in your transitions in life. some topics may be sad, but they always manage...
