my throat is a living example of how powerful are because each time you walk by it closes up and my words stutter to a stop.
my hands are a final testament to how loving you are and how cruel you can be because i still have a ring on my finger but
my palms are full of anything i could find in my house,
everything from painkillers to liquid insecticide.
i'm stuck between throwing it all away and swallowing it, but for the time being i stuff this crazy shit in my pocket,
telling myself that i'm not insane, i'm not crazy, i'm totally 100 percent okay!
(but one night i'm sure i'll plug a fork into a socket)
my mouth is a secret you might want to keep because it's been bitten by your lips before,
and been kissed by your teeth.
i could cry all night but what would i gain?
i should be your worst enemy because you kept me closer than any friend you've ever had, although to be honest, i've caused more pain.
but i couldn't control-it i wasn't starstruck i was just in love and
i was loving it.
-mocha
ps. sorry
YOU ARE READING
#sorry
Poetry"modern poems" honest thoughts put into poems no filters, only love, hate, death, and insanity. there is a certain rhythm these words must be read to. just emphasize and you'll find it. trigger warning: lots of profanity, lots of feelings. lots...
