Holes.

There are holes in my skin
Where I let you in,
Yes I let you in,
Again, again.
I pull the trigger,
Make the scab
Bleed again.
Again.
He says,
“Baby, no,”
I say,
“Baby, no,”
Circles.
Stopping points
I’ll never know.

And why do we put ourselves through this?
For the satisfaction of blood on my chin,
For the satisfaction of letting you in.

There is a hole, in my soul,
I can feel it even when
I turn to stone,
When alone,
When I’m with you.

Oh, dear Juliet,
And poor little Romeo,
You never were meant to be anything.
You are the worst love story that never came to be.

I am a rambling spiral of failed drug tests and chipped paint.
I am nothing like I said I would be,
And if this is God’s best work,
Than He must not have tried too hard.
 

Reviews

[Stephanie]

"And if this is God's best work,
Than He must not have tried too hard."

I got the feeling of despair and helplessness in this. I really like the way everything is phrased and I love the Romeo/Juliet stanza. Great job :)