I hid the cigarette burns like you rold me to
and screamed when you fucked me
i stay real quiet in my matchbox
and carve the days in my hand
just like you told me to *****
and when the taste of old metal
explodes in my mouth
and i felt the spoon dig down my throat
and your fingers crawled under my skin
and made my neck hurt and the world go black
and the walls caved in on my head
and you dislocated my jaw
and spat on me on the floor
...i begged for more
you chain me to the bed
and close the windows and the door
and fucked my mind
until nothing was left...
i squeeled and giggled
and forgot to take my sleepy pills
the colours decayed
leaving only the ashes of life and love
leavin me alone...
NO *****, COME BACK!!














Comments
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Frustration is a byproduct of peoples expexcations. EVERYBODY IS THE SAME
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Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
You don't have to die to be dead...
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Remember, remember
The Fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot
You don't have to die to be dead...
awesome poem. i rate.
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The demi-gods and hungry ghosts of God,
God knows I'm not at home.
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Y have u forsaken me in ur eyes,thoughts and hearts leavin me 2 drown in a pool of my depression.....
R<3K... 4eva
wonderboy, draw me a heart!!
kiss my toes you cobwebs!!! they had me fooled, these pages are not baloney it is plastic and volts of electricity!!!
wonderboy what is the secret of your power? wonderboy come and take me away from the mucky muck muck world! its telekenesis kyle!!
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ah yes...they do seem to have some sort of unescapable power over us regardless of how fucking horribly we're treated. fun stuff. i don't take sleepy pills...but then again i don't really sleep much so when i do want to its not USUALLY very difficult since i tend to be rather exhausted by then...
I am startled by the realness of your writing. I would not for a second doubt that you truly had been abused in such a way, though I pray that it is simply a beautiful exaggeration of pain you've felt in a prior relationship. I do not want to interpret it, but simply feel such strength from this piece, and take pity on its subject.
Yeah, I'm a fruit when I'm not "dislocating someone's jaw and spitting on them on the floor".
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Still have a longing for your memory...
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