*April is National Poetry Month, and thus I decided to share one of my poems from Bleed Like Me: Poems for the Broken. 99% of the poems collected in the book were written during the ages of 13-22 years old, so if anything reads too tragic or overdramatic, now you know why. And rather to censor or edit my poems with adult hindsight, I left them raw, obsessive, and dark.
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Tonight, tonight, you’re falling so behind
I see you trembling—
Feeling left on the side.
Tonight, tonight, you’re crying all your tears
I feel your pain—
Drowning in your despair.
Tonight, tonight, you’re growing so distant
I see you shriveling away from me—
Scorning my stoned affection.
Tonight, tonight, you’re scrapping at the floor
I sense your frustration—
Slapping me across the face.
Tonight, tonight, you’re running out of time
I see you walking out—
Letting go of any part that belongs to me.