Because she saw you
her flesh screams out
MURDERER!
The white tangle that sticks to your skin
burns her legs
ribbons of acid.
Poetic irony is always your chosen method.
The wife you didn’t love
The ugly slobs that fill the void.
She couldn’t fill the hole.
The magic faded the day she bled.
Now she bleeds again for you.
You cried the first time and now you turn your head in shame.
MURDERER!
It’s her fault you don’t love her
Drag her lovers by their toe nails
‘What is love?’ she asks
Show me who you are and I’ll tell you what I think of you.
A week without you and still she calls your name
January 11th, happy birthday.
Hidden behind a screen...
She can’t find you,
can’t reach you,
can’t touch you.
MURDERER!
The same screen she caught you in front of at 8,
10 years have passed
You’re still in front of it.
She’s someone’s daughter too.
Dying to make ends meat.
Filling the void inside
What is love?
She knew you all along,
You never asked who she was, you only see with your eyes
So how could you know me?
...murderer.


A poem for valentines day haha. Happy thoughts. Anyway, I had a good one, hope you did too. Been a while since I updated. I'm doing a lot better. Some stuff came to light tonight and it inspired me. Love you all.