i am thirteen and broken-hearted
and i read poems telling me
the blood in my veins
is made of the stars
i have so much love
to give now that somebody
showed what it was like
to lose all of it
alcohol tastes just
like you
somebody will kiss
away the scars
i am thirteen and broken-hearted
and so fucking naïve and impressionable
that i believe it.
even though i'm now eighteen
and i know all of that is bullshit
there are young girls
out there who don't.
they are thirteen
and fourteen
and fifteen
and sixteen
and broken-hearted
they read that their sadness is beautiful
that it will bring them the love
they deserve
so they lock themselves
down in that shadow
and they don't
get out of it
until the wounds
are scratched in too deep
to get rid of.
YOU ARE READING
how the words come
Poetry"this is the poetry that has come from finally realizing it is okay to be okay but also not okay at the same time." ~ 'how the words come' tells the story of overcoming the aftermath of an emotionally abusive relationship. the book is separated into...
