Your persistence digs up my past, and I feel the resistance.
The slow tugging on my chest, bringing up what was laid to rest
This pain. The hole closing on my chest
Stopped progress,and now the match is lit.
Having my life sitting up on a board like a lesson you wanted to learn.
I'm not ready. I'm here, burned. I'm tired I'm shattered I'm battered and bruised.
Why can I not have my reasons.
Why I get no respect.
It's because you saw it. The words carved on my wrist, my chest, my legs and better yet. My soul
You saw this sad girl , trying to create her own perfect hold. Regardless of what your told. You can't let me be. Like a tick on a dog, a Monkey with fleas.
I'm trying to become an empire , residing by the creek, alone by myself. Now I'm incomplete. Just because you got a shovel , stabbed my chest, and dug until you got what you wanted from me. And then..you left. Not even seeing me for me.
YOU ARE READING
You
PoetryThis is my poetry and many more to come. thank you for reading . If you feel what I do, then I know it's real. "All poetry is written by me , do not take something and don't give credit for!"
