Denim JacketA Poem by Leah WilloughDid I deserve it?My darling you’re so pretty! Your hands were carved by stars Your lips they taste like almonds You’ve got syrup in your heart You have a denim jacket That has more pins than patches And on cold winter nights You let me wear your jacket Now I’m covered in your fingerprints Dripping with your booze I am your broken bottle Your artist and your muse You kiss me on the lips You say it was worth the wait But your mom thinks I’m a w***e And your daddy thinks you’re straight You call me your experiment You let me fall apart You leave before the sunrise And blame my breaking heart I get blood on my hands When I try to stitch my wounds While you walk away clean Saying “It’s not me, it’s you.” I know you’re no good for me I know I shouldn’t stay But I like the way you smile And your heartbeat on my face And that f*****g denim jacket? I think you’d better trash it ‘Cause I hate those s****y pins And I hate your f*****g jacket My neck begins to break From that necklace that you gave me ‘Cause you don’t want me to hate you You’d rather that I hate me My darling you’re so pretty And pretty’s all you are You can’t stand on your own You can’t love when it’s hard © 2017 Leah WilloughReviews
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StatsAuthorLeah WilloughBrooklyn, NYAboutI write poems that would be songs if I knew how to write sheet music. more..Writing
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