Past Poetry
Creeper
I met him one night, When I was only fifteen He cascaded over me, Stripped me Exposed all my crude details Dressed me in his shrouds He stole me away Wed me to his ideals In February We were long time acquaintances Sometime before the fall He latched onto my side And yet, I hate him He numbs me The way he stares His eyes bulging From his bleached skull Just like a dead fish Nevertheless, He’s so patient Waiting for us In our contempt Our filth Even in our light. Waiting for approval For our fear to dissolve With an outstretched hand by Mae Haney |
Breaking
Those words you spat at me Were once spat at you The words that broke you And kept you up late at night Thinking you weren't enough Those words That shattered your heart And anything worth living for Those words hurt you Just like they hurt me now You're scared to lose me So you push me away And break my heart Instead of letting another person Break yours by Liv Nguyen |