Beetles and Skin
Beetles and skin, your eyes, like beetles, flying away
I’m not shy, but your voice seems like a helicopter, loud and booming
In my dreams, I walked over a rail and saw, that I was all alone
And I was scared.
Trembling in fear, the only thing I remember is your arms around me,
Protecting me. It’s hard to be strong, when your staring at a computer and listening to
Many gazes fleeting, fleeting by me, your avoidance hurts like a sharp knife, cutting wrist to wrist.
Many years back, I stopped chasing winds and I need some wine
To wash away your fear and guilt.
But you are like the many, who run, run away
I have learned no longer to trust,
But to drink away this small voice- that I just want to be loved.
I know the more I push, the more you run, the more you run, away away
Far into space, more into the pounding of the music, disappearing, fading into the walls
Where only wallpapers and wall flowers coincide
I can only dance away the pain
So I thrash and flail, I used to be a beggar,
But I am adopted, a princess, how dare you treat royalty like that.
If you were dying, I wouldn’t save you.
With a kiss of death, I will drown you.
The harder you strive, the harder I’ll resist with my iron hand.
My heart is cold as a cooler, ice and beer, drowning you.
Japanese Cherries are falling today, and I can’t open my eyes.
Thank you for giving me the best poems to write. This heart can only react and write the best shit ever. I can only, write and think. I never wanted to be like my dad, but I can’t stop writing. Can’t stop drinking away, like blood gushing out, unceasing. Hurtful.