I shed my skin to lie with you.
I plucked the flowers that grow in my hair
So that when you ran your fingers through it
The thorns wouldn't prick your skin.
I soaked my tongue in honey
So that when I spoke you'd see my sweetness
And I dipped my nails in molten gold
To hide the claws with riches.
I wanted to be what you wanted for once
Cotton candy instead of thunderstorms.
Little did I know that when I am weak
Your hands stop being soft
And your words stop being kind.
There is safety in being a wild girl.
Now I'm trapped in the sheets
With no claws and no thorns
And my forked tongue hidden behind sugar.
You have gone, hungry for more cotton candy.
No one ever loves the thunderstorm,
Even when she masquerades;
Who loves even the cotton candy?
Is every girl nothing but a june beetle shell in july?
Shining and beautiful
But empty?
When I move too fast I rattle,
Symptoms of a hollow girl.
Somewhere you are laughing,
Cruel beneath silicone and smiles.
You are catching your next wild girl.
YOU ARE READING
hush (a collection of my poetry)
Poetrylet it be quiet if just for a moment. not silent just quiet. listen to your breathing and your heartbeat and the world outside the window close your eyes and take a breath. appreciate the puddles of silence as much as the street of sound. app...
