we may seem foolish
tumbling before looking
eyes gleaming everyday
with hope and wonder
hands soft and welcoming
arms to match
lips red and ready to be this kissed
hair shining and braided
but
we have premeditated movements
fresh footsteps are planned
we've drawn maps in the sand with our chipped bones
our eyes have seen so much
and spent so long being complacent
that they've learnt how to mask our surprise
our hands are calloused and crooked
our smiles trained to bite at weak hearts
these lips are red with blood
teeth tearing stars into dust
vicious, furious
our hair shining because we've told the sun to burn brighter
we've spent countless hours hiding our warriors
our spirits are to be set free
clawing their way up our throats and spiking our tongues with words so vile
your poison will strengthen us
try and fight us
but be warned
women travel in packs
and carry blades under their petticoats
YOU ARE READING
boys x
Poetrya little poetry book about the boys i've loved all work is mine; my own thoughts and words - will probably include swearing. (the numbers missing are chapters i've deleted because i've been adding to this for like two years lmao)
