august 27th, 2017
Eventually,
I got to know the boy
With knives.
Eventually,
He let me see inside
His head.
He let me see
What made him tick.
Eventually,
He no longer
Locked me out
In the rain,
But let me in
And told me
Id be okay.
Eventually
I felt something
In my stomach,
In the very depths
Where id pushed back
All of my
Feelings and desires
Because i knew
What theyd put me through.
I felt something
In my stomach,
In the very depths,
And the feeling was
All too familiar.
And i was afraid
Because i had done this before.
I had trusted and
I had spilled and
I had regretted it
All.
So i ignored
The little butterflies
That threatened
To spill out
And i tried so hard
To lock them
Up into
Tiny bite sized
Cages.
I tried so hard
To swallow the key
And never see
Those cursed butterflies
Again.
But everytime
I think of that boy
They always break free.
CZYTASZ
the chronicles of the boy with knives
Poezjajust some poems that ive been putting together since early may about someone who is very near and dear to my heart. if you've read my book drift, these are the poems phoebe wrote about greyson.
