i beg of you.

tear holes in me. i am nothing. take what you can and dont think of giving it back. wear what you will and despise me for liking it. half of me wants to never see your face again, the other half pines for it desperately. those memories of freedom haunt me in my prison cell, taunting me, the smell of open air. tinny forgotten tunes and accompanying sensations that i have held back. please take it, for its a blessing and a curse. please take it, its all i have left. leave me with the holes.

Author's Note

well its not really a poem, but whatever.

Reviews

[becca]

i like the motion this poem has, it feels a lot like a panic attack or along those lines. good job 10/10

[LeeLee Ryder]

wow ... emotional roller derby....
I love this:
those memories of freedom haunt me in my prison cell, taunting me, the smell of open air.
& the beginning & ending bookends.. Tear holes in me... Leave me with the holes..
Good going!
LeeLee