weapons

weapons 04/29

all I remember
are her fingers
digging deep into my skin
pulling out
the demons within
unlocking my secrets
showing the world
that there’s no one else
like me

my blood drips
down my hips
shining under fluorescent lights
pretending that my body
is one of an angel
little does she know
my wounds are fatal
proof of
a broken heart

but she doesn’t care
she isn’t aware
that her pain is my drug
the intensity in her touch
is what I dream about
when I lay down at night
when I wake up
her eyes meet mine
I pray
that she never leaves

she’s razor sharp
with an innocence
that I can’t overlook
she whispers in my ear
telling me
I am only safe
when she’s resting in my hand

come with me my dear
this road is a lonely one
if I don’t have you
then I can only rely
on this loaded gun
who doesn’t give me
a second chance
he isn’t as nice as you

Author's Note

the rhyme scheme has no pattern. this is more of an example of slam poetry.