What am I?
A doormat for your shoes?
Cobblestone for your steps?
Am I meant for nothing more
than a book, open pages,
assigned by your english professor,
homework that’s late?
Not for your perusal,
not for your sweet talks.
Don’t make a promise out of glass and drop it off the edge that is this cliff that is this life that is my heart and soul and
Don’t crack your mother’s vase.
I felt my heart shatter,
just like they wanted
I wished I could have yelled
I wished I could have SCREAMED
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO HELL
but I can’t.
I can’t breathe in the water while I drown.
The curtain call
I’m out of time
I dance with my hands tied
i hear your battle cry
winning.
i feel the tremors
loss.
they think delicate,
but snowflakes don’t shatter
bulletproof glass?
they think delicate
draw.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.