pretty girls like dead stars

i want to hurt like pretty girls, it’s

the god awful truth, ashamed to admit

to something so ugly and unfit

i want to be worthy of the hurt, 

i want to be wanted even when the 

want turns into something violent

at least, i’ll be worth more than
nothing, feeling someone’s touch,
no matter how rough, i want

to be worth the cause of infliction,

violent indulgence would be enough

i’ll tell them they don’t get it, 

they just don’t understand,

don’t need to answer to anyone when you’re the man

cigarette ashes and wet eyelashes,

lipstick stain on your cheek like a bruise,
my melancholy and infinite sadness

our own little world, they just don’t understand,

you hurt me and i take it like a man

you get what you pay for and i’m in debt,

i have to claw my way out, my loan shark of 

grief, towering over me like a king and a thief

call me what you want, i’ll be your man,
my baby, my baby,

do with me what you want, i’ll understand,

you don’t get me, but i understand

i want to hurt like pretty girls, black
mascara running in streaks, smudged 

under my eyes and down my cheeks

give me something to cry about, i’ll

give you a show, i’ll stare in the mirror

and admire the glow of my eyes and my 

puffy red lips in the dim bedroom light,

you take what you want knowing 

i’ll never put up a fight, and i know

that it’s wrong but with you it feels right

i want to cry how pretty girls cry,

i made the bed, i guess i gotta lie in it,

you’re bright like a star, the ones that

have been hanging dead for years in the sky

funny how my body betrayed me

when i was losing my mind,

funny how my body betrayed me

and you didn’t mind

i’ll take what you give me and put it

on the shelf, you indulge in me your

tendencies that you can’t bear yourself

dark red nails, sharp stained where skin breaks,

you never explain yourself, you just say 

there’s things we give and we take

no confession of sin, but you beg for forgiveness,

your fingertips burn, volcanic ash left on my skin

undo me, buttons and latches and hooks,

undress my body and tell me how it looks,

each time i cross the threshold, you

reinfect me, chronic
undoing, undressing,

unprotected,
unimpressed

rope burn on my wrists, maybe i want more

than what exists, turning corners,

always haunting what i miss

Author's Note

quite like the last stanza

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Powerful writing.. Body is nothing, It is a weapon of show.iit is ugly, it is beautiful to someone, for some it is refreshment. For some it's poison. Good poem 😅

[jaye river]

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