Wounded

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And it hides beneath my clothes
Gruesome and domineering
Parading nightmares just for show
Rippling tides of emotion
Sketched like the poetry of skin
Using bitterness as inspiration
A testament to whispered sin

Razor melodies

Theres a box beside me
Full of pain
Do you want to see?
Dear stranger say something
Anything
With cold beneath me
And sadness in between
Thin metal calls to me
Please scream

Fucking fuck

Frigid in this bed of ours
You grind your teeth
And breathe out stars
I'm yours, I wish that you were mine
You promised first
Your love's a lie

Pretend to hold me.

Acidic (unfinished?)

Sell me your venom
Straight from the source
Inject me with poison
I'll have no remorse
Blanket me in death
I want to be yours

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I can hold your heart
And you won't know
Stealthy affection
Don't see me...
You're the stitches to
My bitterness
Watch me bleed
For once it hurts
My insides are exposed
Call me little moth
My cold blue flame
Our dreams are our own.
You sit alone
What are you hoping for?

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What is this covering me?

                                               It's called skin.

I hate it. It's smothering.

                                               It protects you.

It masks me. I want it gone

Expiration ll

You were beautiful
And I drowned within you
The fuel turning my coals
Into an inferno.
A kiss
Cutting the rope
On my choke from life.
My face contorted
Into shapes it was unfamiliar with
Teeth bared in confusion
Because it wasn't in rage
Noises bubbling so loud
From a throat kept silent
Terrifying
In that moment
I was in that moment.
A rare luxury
My nightmares are daydreams
And my smile was false
You broke me.
In a beautiful way.

And like all things beautiful it faded.

Juliet

You sing songs
Of beautiful girls
With scars on her wrists
But my body is a
battleground
of angry purple gashes
Mountains and valleys of self hate
Etched upon me for years
You tell me I'm beautiful
I consider making my face
A new canvas
I am not a beautiful girl
My body is a temple
Long forgotten and covered with graffiti
Harsh tapestries of mental disorder
Treasures plundered long ago
By those who tore it down
Wanting it's fortune for their own
My skin screams "Caution!
I am in pain. There's no hope here"
You trace each line of poetry no one read
hoping to make me crumble for you.
As if to heal me
But I know
It's for your gain
Don't romanticize I'll change
You sing songs
of beautiful girls
with scars on her wrists