till then.

Prologue

I will never understand how I let you know me so well,
a poem:
I wear my emotions like an old t-shirt
Only to be worn at night, it has a few stains
I love to wear it when i'm hurt
But in the day I let my emotions strain
Unless I forget to change
Then they're out for the world to see
Without my smile people look at me strange
And now i think it's not okay to be me
But I feel your matchstick fingers strike fire on my flammable skin
Before you i tried to hold all that fire within
When your fiery fingers trace the ice on my back
I melt, you knew my heart was under attack
I'm scared to see my own flesh and bones
But you become my only home
Finally a place that feels my own
I don't know how to tell you I love you/
Your match stick fingers light a fire in me
In you you're all i ever wanted to be
I hand you this baggage my shoulders set free
I never let anyone in cause I'm scared of what they might see
But then there's you, oh you
With your scruffy hair
You like to put on that old shirt that i so love to wear
With open arms you say come out of hiding
I'm here out your window to save you from your moms biting
Words that never cease to bring you down to her level
Words that make you feel smaller than a pebble
you kick when she forgets you're still at school
Waiting to tell her you just got the part in the school play
you catch a ride from your dad but it's the end of the day
you cry out to my mother asking how do you forget your daughter
And she just sneers and says you know you act just like your father
And till then I never realized you knew me so well
Your matchstick fingers burn holes in my skin
Hoping to release my fire within
So i put up my hands as if to surrender
You put my old tee shirt back on me with your matchstick fingers so tender
And as I let you see the emotions you seek, you start to erase my heart that I drew on my cheek
till then I never realized you knew me so well
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Hiya! I feel inclined to write a story!
If you're an og from silence than good on you, but you know that flopped, I really don't want this to be negative like my other attempt of writing. The chapters will be WAY longer than the prologue, this is a poem I wrote for a slam, and I thought it could be a good story theme... so enjoy! I hope to update regularly
Xx mackenzie gray