Jun 22

Drain (My Truth)

To: __

You pierced, twisted my words, and formed it into an enraging monster.

To create my life into a living hell.

You fed me beliefs that you did those horrid things because of me,
and you told me exactly how. (without hesitation)
Like you've been waiting forever to make me aware of how "it was all my fault."

Piecing a scar into my heart. Setting my brain on fire.

Turning the people that you once used to get jealous of me hanging around, against me.

You sat and covered your arms with war,
but was that really because of me?

Are you sure the devil didn't whisper into your ears "to look and see what lies beneath the outter layer of your skin?"
Are you sure he wasn't the one who told you to take a peak?
Jun 22

Truth or Dare

The substance of guilt and the choice of two.

Truth or Dare, exposure or risk.
The object in my chest tightend to brick,
it did nothing better than jamming and overloading my brain with everything it couldn't hold.

Truth or Dare, the thought of it clogged my mouth of a response,
and drought covered my tongue whole.

Haziness swifted throughout my sight and drowned my human core of all of its energy.
Of all its life.

Everyone knows that when it comes to decision making.. I'm not the one to battle with.
So NO Truth or Dare.
NO exposure or risk.

Just the agony of guillt that gradually spreads,
seeps, and soaks into my conscience. My insides.
To break every single bit and part of me that aches.
The decision of not making a decision that shuts off everything in me,
to leave me in dust.
May 16

Dancing with the Devil

   Jazz. Hardcore jazz.The heavy music filled my ears of tune and my mind of agitation. My heart punching against my ribcage, and the the shudders of fear formed droplets of presperation atop of my forehead. Pacing, step 1.. 2.. 3.. step 1.. 2.. 3.. step 1.. 2.. 3... For I knew it was wrong, I still tangoed with him. Locking eyes, I swam into the pool pit of his eyes. The guilt aroused like a firestorm , boiling the blood that ran through-out my insides.

    The curves, the struts, and the sways of my hips, perpetually moving with the rhythm. Twirling with my arms to the air, I slightly closed my eyes and a half-way smirk imprinted on the curves of my lips. I trusted him, though I had every single reason and right not to. He eyed my figure. The way he lingered his eyes into mine, the way he looked at me, made me feel the urge to put my body on top of his. The power, the compulsion of dancing with the Devil.

 
May 16

Her Happy Place

Closing her eyes, she wished for a pearl in a clam
while sinking her toes deep into the sand.


This was her time, in the right place,
 to let the fake mask slip off of her face.

Tears rolled down to her chin,
as all of what she felt started to cave in.

 Always pretending to be someone who she was not
 the pressure from her heart paused---- and then stopped.

A real smile was then to be painted on her face
as her heart slowly began to race.

 It was a place in her mind, called her "happy place,"
 this is where she went when she couldn't take all of the pain.

 
May 16

Her Happy Place

Closing her eyes, she wished for a pearl in a clam
while sinking her toes deep into the sand.


This was her time, in the right place,
 to let the fake mask slip off of her face.

Tears rolled down to her chin,
as all of what she felt started to cave in.

 Always pretending to be someone who she was not
 the pressure from her heart paused---- and then stopped.

A real smile was then to be painted on her face
as her heart slowly began to race.

 It was a place in her mind, called her "happy place,"
 this is where she went when she couldn't take all of the pain.