i know your reputation
i know what you've done
the innocents you've
killed
leaving them broken,
discarded like old toys.
but i've got my own
reputation to uphold
one of nakedness
and shallowness
and vanity
maybe if we cut, cut, cut
at our skins
we can finally shed them
you won't have to
pretend to be
more than your pretty smile
while i pretend to be less,
and i'll give up my last
iota of control,
i am nothing more than how
society views me
but fuck their
judgemental standards;
fall into oblivion with me
and allow yourself to be
forgotten
.......................
YOU ARE READING
as we fall
Poetrypoems of truth and how we feel, even though we never say it. a collection of my original poetry Copyright 2015
