Within my skull lies a graveyard of those I've entombed. Locked away in the darkness, they'll never be exhumed. For I am the one now resting in peace. Far less complacent and bearing my teeth.
Tag: Poetry
Carrots
You use words as carrots to dangle in front of my face, But my memory recalls that they hide a bitter taste. All your tricks and temptations fly as red flags in my mind, So I will not entertain a relationship that's been fucked so many times.
Lingering
The scent of you lingers between each strand of my tousled blonde hair... It clings to me faintly and embraces me softly as if you are still right there.
Loud
My head is loud... It never stops, It never quiets. It only screams, It only riots. It's against serenity, It's against contentment. It wants anxiety, It wants resentment. My head is loud. My mind is angry. My ears are deafened. My eyes stare blankly.
Pretenses
I didn't fall in love with him, I fell in love with his potential. I romanticized his possibilities, instead of what was evidential. I fell in love with who he could be, But not who he actually was. I bargained with empty promises, for his false pretenses of love.
Unwanted
You don't get to decide when you become unwanted by someone... That's not a choice you get to make. You're just left there alone outside a door swiftly slammed shut... That you'd once been able to take.
Returned
You gave me back the stars that were doomed in my memory. The constellations that had left an acrid taste in mouth now taste sweet. The bitterness of their sacred names swiftly dissipating from my tongue. My jaw, once clenched tight with anger, finally relaxed into a smile of serenity. Allowing me to bask in awe under the stars once again.
Snake
My anxiety is a snake slowly constricting the conflicted parts of my brain, increasing the tension on my subconscious worries and pains. It invites in my insecurities to intrusively choke me with doubts, but instead of expelling air it's belligerencies escaping from my mouth.
Agony
My agony feels like a red-hot and ragged blade stabbing into my sternum. It twists and digs its' way deeper into the pit of my stomach as my breaths become sharp and uneven. My lungs struggle, burning with each ragged gasp. Making me fight for the air I don't even want to breathe...
An Act
I've been the actress for others acts of desperation, depressed and unhinged I fit the narratives direction. I was the protagonist I assume as last resort, I was unfiltered, damaged, and easy to abort. The antagonists were always what everyone hates the most, using smiles and manipulation to draw others close. But in each story the endings were the same, take what you can and then just place the blame. Although maybe in reality I was the antagonist too, because I was my own worst enemy for a time or two.
Anonymously Hal 
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