Where

where
June 30 2011 at 4:48 PM sespy

where would i begin
to make things right?

which spot could i choose?
pure as a picnic
to scare away this mess
that has taken on my skin

shout at her and say
-do not!
get out of my shade!
lest you poison me
with your thirsty looks
and turn my hand into a blade..

was i ever worthy?

or have i fallen just into my mold
fat with the shame and disgust
i was fed like cows milk
white and pure
good for the skin and bones!

but only confusion grew strong
in me
and i was weak.

would i have turned around
before i met you?

scars have built up, long before this
making me so hard to get through to
daydreams and nightmares swirling about
like a dust storm
pulling at my skirt

saying no, you have never been worthy.

i left you with dignity and sadness
a furious lion courage of love
that no one could persuade me to hide
but you beat me back
and i hid my heart
turning into this darkness that has taken me


connect the dots of a broken heart
but where will it get you?