Trust Issues

Betrayal rests in the walls of your mind,
empty canvases of past promises
hang in the back of your throat
like an unfinished art museum.
You hold your experiences within you,
trusting only the art with fresh signatures,
a minor detail in the corner
against the entire painting
out of fear of being fooled again
by the fakes and the lies
you once spent your whole allowance on,
believing you were holding
the value of an original.


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ABC’ing My Way Out

An apology
Bursts from your
Chest,
Determined to
Earn
Forgiveness for when
Gratitude turned to
Hostility.
I refuse to accept
Justification for
Killing our
Love over lust.
My feelings are
Not
One of your
Playthings.
Queens
aRe
To be
Upraised
Verbally
Without fear of an
eX disrupting their
Zen.

*I don’t know how I feel about this, so you guys can decide 🙂 It wasn’t easy to create*


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The Ocean’s Goodbye

They told me you died in the ocean,
your face distorted by the waves,
and the fluids filled the empty spaces in your lungs.
They told me your head hit rock bottom,
and the saltwater was the last thing you wanted to see.
They told me you died with a smile,
your limbs no longer trying to remember how to feel,
slowly numbed by the tides,
as the kiss of the moonlight sang you to sleep.
They told me you died in the ocean,
while learning how to be loved
by the very thing killing you.


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Forever Loyal

The sun is the only forever loyal.

It’s your grade school playmate,
when summer’s out,
and you have no worries
but the time it takes to put on sunscreen,
and avoiding the next water balloon.

It’s your second opinion as a teenager,
when you want to tan
for that person you met in the fall.

It shows you how to grow,
and gives you light
when the darkness spots your vision
after losing the job you worked so hard to find.

The sun is the only forever loyal,
promising new days for opportunities,
and a shine for the days your eyes grow dull,
and the sparkle has threatened to leave.

I promise the sun is your only forever loyal;
it will not leave in your lifetime.


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Taken

I remember the way you broke me.
Slowly,
like a carpenter
testing all his shiny new tools.
You chipped away at my body
until it crumbled under your touch.
You picked away at my mind
until it flaked and fluttered from my head
into a pile of rubble
for you to rummage through.
You stole my remains,
because all that I offered
just wasn’t enough
for the man that had everything.


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I Thought Wrong

I thought I fell in love with a gentleman
on the night we sat so close, our shoulders
kissed, and my hands did not know where
to rest.

When he stilled the wind with my breath
as he brought my fiddling fingers to his
lips and told me I looked beautiful in the
moonlight.

I thought it was a compliment. To be
beautiful in the spotlight with the stars’
light show. I did not yet know that he
meant I looked beautiful after dark.

When the sun hid under blankets and
took my details with it. I was no longer
flawed if he could not see them.

I thought I fell in love with a gentleman,
but he was only using his mouth as a way
to keep me interested until he did not have
to see me to love me, and could instead lie
to everything he was blind to.


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