So you need me to bleach my language ?
Let my feelings be shamelessly uncomfortable
With your words that left me covered in scars
You, a house of cards burning in flames
A devilish brick smashing my glass window
Breaking everything delicate my heart feels
Drowning my sweetness with your brokenness
How dare me welcome you into my shoulders ?
Aiming to soften you with my tenderness
And how dare you insult my being?
And end up painting me into this sad poem
I am your sin ?
Me, A sunflower wilting in the “happy” sun
Fleshed in your scars and your devilishness
Don’t you have eyes that see my falling tears?
On early mornings seated next to your coffee mug
Colored with my misery and little hateful spits
You can’t burry this heart that proves to be alive
Maybe breathe me back to life again
You a hurt person recruiting more callous hearts
Beneath it all I see kindness in your sarcasms
Thriving to be just as human as I am
Today I feast on your painful words for breakfast
I hope they don’t crumble and leave me stolen
By everything you are and everything you said
Voice too heavy to wake the dead from sleep
I said everything of something which means nothing
And nothing of everything that voices my humaneness on a cleaner table of two
But I have too much of you and still want you to stay?
I see where this goes
You are building me into a firehouse
I’ll end up burning your skinny ass.