2004
The words I speak
Will cause blood to leak
The words that I said
Should have stayed in my head
The words that I say
Will turn me into a prey
Hungry for attention
No need for detention
My dreams will shatter
But to you it doesn’t matter
Because the words that you said
Reached my heart and I cried in my bed
April 14th, 2024
The words “I miss you”
I’ve learned as manipulation
I’m trying to forget the people
Who lied through all communication
The words “I need you”
Only said by those who leave
I’m trying to believe there are still good people
But am I being naive
The words “I love you”
I’ve only known with conditions
I’m trying to find the people
Who don’t speak these words as ammunition
March 29th, 2024
How many times can I write about the same thing
When will people start to grow bored
And every time I think I’ve finished the story
I don’t know how to cut the cord
The words spill out of me
So fast that they can’t stop
I’m writing all my feelings
The lowest moments through the top
I use the words I once wrote for something else
And I find a better way to make them fit
Even when they insert perfectly
I always feel like a counterfeit
So many words in my head
Not enough time to get them out
But when I’m sitting with my notebook
It’s drier than a drought
The message was written
There was no invisible ink
Reading between the lines
There’s more there than you think
I’ll keep writing the same things over
Until maybe they’ll make sense
I’m trying to wrap my mind around this
But I got lost in the suspense
Doll Poetry 