wordsA Poem by Jestice Hansen
Words.
I never really took the time to acknowledge them, or how yours in particular tend to stick to me, although, they`re just words, i know, they`re just words from a host, some ignorant ghost- but why i have to know. they tend to seep out of you now, like the jar is full to the top and over flowing, there's no room to bottle up any more, I have difficulty explaining this but if your words were like your saliva, they would drool from your mouth to the floor and I don't want to force myself to love a liar any more, i don't want to shatter that mirror to see whats behind it this time, I'm always defending people and I don't know why, because the same people just coming in and out, taking a piece of me and filling the hole with doubt. so i wont let anyone in anymore, want to know why? because this time and every other time, i let them in and showed them who i am inside, then they set loose a jar of wasps in my chest where they stood knowing I wont be alright i wont ever be alright. even if i think i could. if words were cards, you would always pull a full house, because you already hold the upper hand every last name you called me was something i already knew, but only ever stuck, manifested, got infected and killed my ability to feel anything and i've told you a thousand times, and i've written hundred rhymes ever since it began scare me, im afraid they'll win i'm afraid ill do myself in. © 2015 Jestice Hansen |
StatsAuthorJestice HansenSydney, NS, CanadaAboutLets talk that sun into setting, Just need the sound of your voice. Need that calming and the comfort, Something to drown out the noise. more..Writing
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