Hypocrite's NightmareHypocrite's Nightmare10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said we could tell each other everything.
You said you trusted me, and I trusted you.
But just like me, you had secrets, too.
You had a problem, yet you wouldn't tell.
Then after you were gone, they all said you'd went to Hell.
Your friends found out the hard way.
And you had many chances to tell me, but you'd never say.
One fatal secret was to lie there in your head.
Lie there at least, until the day she found you dead.
If you would have told me or even one of them, you'd still be alive.
But since you didn't I blame myself, and for this, I feel I can't survive.
You said we could tell each other everything...
I Have QuestionsI Have Questions10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have questions
that don't beg answers.
I have longings
that twist my insides.
I have mirrors
that lie so sweetly;
I have secrets
that serve my purpose.
I've learned lessons
through trial and error.
I've had heartbreak
in grand proportion.
I've had setbacks
that cloud my vision;
I've had lovers
who wept and wailed.
strive for justice
but just break even.
reach for heaven
but settle for stardust...
ask my questions
and cross your boundaries;
look upon you
I Am Murdering You, DearI Am Murdering You, Dear10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the shadows, my morbid face watches
The silhouette of your body
Is outlined in the dusty night.
The glint of the blade
From the ghostly streak of daylight
Catches my eye.
I am focused.
You think you are alone now,
But even in a room full of people
You are alone.
Take a deep breath,
It is this I warned you about.
Taking the metal to your skin,
The friction burns across your wrists
And a crimson monster consumes
Your delicate hands.
This is a stain that water cannot wash clean.
This is a stain that cannot wash clean.
You are stuck in my bittersweet abyss.
Every drop of scarlet that trickles from you
Is the bleeding of my heart.
How the precious razor has chosen
Another innocent victim
To dote upon.
I reach out to grab you in my clasp,
Before it is too late
And you are addicted to becoming numb,
But I cannot reach
And you no longer heed my cry.
You are doing this
As a consequence of me.
I am solely to blame.
Every swipe of the blade
Across your gentle complexion