LyingViaPoetry

I don't know where I'm going but I don't want it to be here Here scares me I'm circling around what here really is I'm trying to pull myself away but things keep pulling me back in Here is her I hate her I resent her I want her to leave I love her I can't stand her I am her I can't stand it I can't stand myself Let me go and maybe things will change But for now I'm circling and circling I'm not sure where else to go Soon she won't be here and I will be

Notice me Care Come back Missing You've been missing Hug me Talk to me Walk back when I walk away

Still as the walls and the ceiling as still as the bed she lays on If I leave her there long enough maybe she'll become a part of the furniture Eyes lifeless like everything surrounding her maybe if I pull up the covers I can pretend just for a little while Nothing's moving I know things should be happening in this moment but I can't remember what Should I remember her before or after I dialed 911

We crush ourselves before others can

Everything changes not even our skin stays the same our families, our thoughts nothing is the way it used to be It's good to know the bad doesn't last but neither does the good people leave; Friendships morph into only saying hello at coincidental places My bones are decaying from erosion the flooding of unshed tears through my body I'm becoming more fragile None of it matters when we're going to die anyways but if I'm going to think like that I might as well die today For all I am is a rotting skeleton hiding under counterfeit skin

Come back I don't want to be alone again my head can't take the silence Because now I can hear the tick tick tick of my junk yard body put together by lone children The memories rush in trying to cover wounds with past abandonments to remind me that everyone leaves always Hands shaking with regret and the feeling of my time-bomb heart stuck in my chest My fingers still ache to hold on to something I have no right to Dreams filled with bleeding memories are turning into nightmares dripping with your face Why can't I have someone who will stay with me why can't I just be happy

Coffee stained skin & ink stained heart elegant hands over flowing with words that's not me but I still want my fingertips to paint pages with burning metaphors yet my inspiration is only wilting song birds with hollow chests Am I a poet with my empty veins and lack of tragic eyes

I'm done it hurts and I don't care they tell me I have no depth but they don't understand I'm the little girl who watched the windows break shattering bones and glass I'm the one who watched as they took her away and I could hear screaming, red and blue lights echoing through my eyes The one with lonely nights spent breathing my head waiting for my heart but nothing's clicking I can't move forward I can't go on when my feet are stuck to the floor glue made of sweet blood has me reeling it's on me my hands are drenched in someone else's pain She doesn't remember all those times when I needed her I can't hold on to something that's not the

Pulling at my lungs with the innocence of a child borrowing my air regularly hands reaching forevermore They told me lies fed me sugar coated things that would keep me occupied how again have you pulled me in? Spinning and twirling so much to see, to take with me naivety has been leading me here A place with such a false sense of... everything The walls will break the smiles are fake the dishonesty cannot stand up on its own anymore Crumbling towers of sweets advertised place neatly next shelves upon shelves of deceit, fabrication, and one little white lie Have you had your fill of mouthwatering  ignorance yet?

Dip your toes in the icy depths of poetry let it sting with it's truth start to comfort you with it's twisting metaphors I have yet to leave this serene lake of words Ripples turning into voices spoken with enough force to push me under make me gasp for breath as the lines finish Poetry becomes us becomes love and hate understanding souls holding on to anything that's left My hands glide across the water feeling it's pulse the beat of a heart romanticizing and utilizing the words we have learned to make Fading into an ever-lasting tremor the tremble you hear when emotion becomes too much Waiting in the pause silence before