Twas A B***h, I Used To Love

She wears her scars like pretty rings,

Holds them close like precious things,

Left in light for me to see,

I push her softly, ne’er let her be,

 

Demands are muted, never heard,

The year left dormant, undeterred,

She walks in sun yet longs for cold,

Her bruised remembrance always told,

 

I rend my flesh to mend her soul,

But kindness leaves my mind with holes,

I cry “I’m here!” on ears sewn shut,

My heart a bleeding little s**t,

 

Fleeting guises quickly pass,

She thinks they make her less an a*s,

My bridge, it burns, but never falls,

Like endless kicks right in my balls,

 

Yet here I stand, a wounded fool,

Her loving, caring little tool,

Forever, damning even lies,

Blah, blah blah, blah blah blah, dies.

Author's Note

Utter nonsense--the sort of thing that ensues when you project your thoughts like vomit onto a blank Word document. Serious? Dead serious. Yet ridiculous all the same.

Isn't love beautiful?

Reviews

[☮Alpenglow]

Lovely write. Your use of rhyme produces a leisurely lyrical flow, seemingly fronting a nearly visible sense of purity... Regardless, your inclusion of rougher words implies the darkness which has ensued since betrayal- hatred, hollow, bitter indeed and raw with experience. Perhaps I'm reading the emotions wrongly, but undeniably a good poem. Keep writing.

[Roe]

wow i really like reading this very good

[Missy Moooooo]

This poem is strong and hateful, Exactly how I feel. Nice write, i love relating to poems.