let me take centre stage and steal
the limelight, the ovation
i want a bath with pelted roses
i want our eyes to share racing cometsonstage, all eyes are peeled
for me, i make a statement
and the world sings and dances
for me until they hang on the farends of my strings
i'm sick of curtain call
the audience is but children
that forages for toys to clap and chitter
monkeys throw them out when
they get booooooooooooooooring.and when you're backstage you ask
will someone love me thenif i slice myself into halves with a butcher's knife
will someone stitch me back togetherif my braids entangle themselves in
a million little "i hate myself"s and self-fortified sins
will someone cut them offif my voice swells and bursts and explodes from my throat
chords snap-snapping, withering screams
will someone down every last of it like cocoa in
the mourning morninglove letter to no one
letter to all
let me beg to mama for someone to love me
so that i remember how to love myself.
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Harlequin
Poetrycome indulge in voluminous daydreams and help yourself on raging tidal emotions. • poetry collection