*spilling a bit*
You love like noose and neck Like rock, hard place and knuckle Stuck in the limbo of unforgettable moments when emotions under your skin fall crooked from your mouth They fall like hollow promises and empty ring boxes turning me into a makeshift punching bag with a heartbeat Your angry chokes me into silence Like stillborn children searching for their first breath And ain’t no one here to hold me when you won’t Besides, there’s no substitute for you anyway This rib-type love is custom made to fit because I was born for you That’s why it hurts so much when you break me When you detach self from our world And just leave shadows in my arms I always mistreat the shadows for your decisions I try to leave them behind but they always follow me making me remember you And most times I know you’ll come back, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less in It doesn’t stop the blame that lurks in my thoughts During times like this, I feel lost and alone So, when you’re done being frustrated and mad at the world, just come on home P. S. I love you #love #hurt #poetry #yeyodapoet #melanieyeyocarter #anticsofapoet #diaryofadayumpoet
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Her flaws be precise in their imperfections
Heavy metal, juke joint sweet Late nights laced with early morning flow Tempting like Big Mama’s blues on a violin tuned to hip hop Corn liquor and wine intoxicating She moves with sh*t talkin hips and speaks with knives on her tongue Her words are surgical They have that “build you up” then “tear you down” type of manner Someone should’ve told you not to get use to her praises See she’s a possessive lover She will steal them when your heart is not paying attention She will force compromise down your throat with a fistful of promises that smell of burning skin She will write love notes on your lips that feel more like war stories and obituaries written by super novas They will leave open wounds in your emotions All of her bullets will wear your name, so her trigger finger will leave holes where hope should be It would be easier if she hated you, but she wants you enough to hurt you to haunt you to stay to need And you can’t leave her because her heavy metal rocks you to your core Her juke joint sweet and sh*t talkin hips remind you of Shug Avery speaking about her father And you keep telling yourself: “My baby love me… She just don’t know it.” But she knows how to commit crimes on your flesh She knows how to make your moans sound like sirens She knows how to make orgasms resemble murder with the way she lays your body and soul down Her stroke is a full clip playing tag with your mind And spinning through the chambers of your heart So she goes straight to your bloodstream Addiction style She’s the metaphor that is never written in poems The verb that slips through your hands like ocean She be reason and rhyme behind laughter, cries and makeup sex A deferred dream attempting to find a place to exist in this chaos So she be sittin gapped leg and letting her hair down in the juke joint of your spirit Just so she ain’t got to carry the world on her shoulders all the time ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I found death at the tips
of your fingers Laced in a box of forget-me-nots with knots that strangled my sanctity Bending me backwards into hell with wings that resembled horns And my flesh burned red at your touch Perhaps you could say my soul was on fire As you scorched me Taunted me Changed me into some form of prostitute Gagging on the reflexes of your heart Spitting up the emotional bastard seeds you planted in my belly Regurgitating madness to some insane rhythm of hearts bombarding chests And I never understood why I could never understand what was so catastrophic about you loving me Even when I died for your sins on a bed shaped like a crucifix A crown of thorns adorning my logic Nails piercing and transforming my feelings into awkward positions And I died for you every time you said I love you and didn’t mean it Every time you left the stench of possibility on my flesh Every time you split open my chest And walked away when I needed you But your concern shared a bed with another Leaving me alone in the lion’s den to fend for myself But I have never seen anyone win a battle with love alone Yet, apparently, you didn’t care You watched me rot there Insides poked and prodded like a crack addict in the alley of the dead You watched my tongue cripple in tears Folding around the words I couldn’t bring myself to speak You watched me in my weakest hour Witnessed me being devoured And not once did concern move you to ask why You murdered me from the inside out… And watched me die © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED |
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