Posted in Poetry, tagged Abortion, cutting, memories, Poetry, truth on November 7, 2007 | No Comments »
remnants–
tainted by hindsight
infected with rationalization
rotting in my memory
broken pieces of the puzzle
taped together
in no particular order
no more accurate
than eye witness testimony
anything that mattered
was thrown out
with the blood stained bathwater…
Posted in Poetry, tagged cutting, Jesse, Poetry, Tears on September 10, 2007 | No Comments »
No tears…
No tears will leave my eyes,
not one drop escaping;
the salty liquid will not touch my cheeks,
no sign of sorrow will show in my gaze.
No longer will I cry for him…
I am done.
Nervous
You make me nervous
like when he made me nervous.
I feel the same butterflies
fluttering inside
but for such different reasons.
No bruises mark my arms
showing the [...]
Posted in Poetry, tagged cutting, Drugs, Jesse, Poetry on July 26, 2007 | No Comments »
It happened again.
I did it– lacked control
the keys beneath my fingers
like the broken mirror striking my flesh
is there really a difference
when it comes to hurting yourself
my fingers trembling
anxious with words–
suppressed sentiments
false strength through avoidance
I missed her.
I hate it
Drunk off her words for the first time in months
semi satisfied
like a junkie with fresh veins
spinning in disappointment
this [...]
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