I’m writing this poem like a chokehold,
A locked up throat,
A lump in my mouth that sunk slowly to my stomach, a hard day that lasted until the new season started
it’s so hot. It’s the kind of hot that feels like burning concrete, hot grilling stone and piercing rock
You hurt me
Did you want to hurt yourself?
I’m dizzy under the sun
I’m running down
down, down, into your arms
I’m
Fuzzy with the summer devil tongue that darkened my heart
With cold laughter that pierced my soul
You hurt me
Did you want to hurt yourself?
I’m not good, I’m not bad
I’m here, I’m here
It’s so hot
Yet here I sit, so cold
I’m so dizzy under the hot street lights
The lights that cast a shadow on my head
Judgement for bad choices
Judgement for …
You hurt me
Did you want to hurt yourself?
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Love the contradiction and the sameness. "Fuzzy with the summer devil tongue that darkened my heart With cold laughter that pierced my soul." Also that first line grabbed me by the throat. Excellent piece.
I especially loved the repetition here! Fantastic poem!
Marvelous yet heartbreaking!!!♥️♥️💕
You know better than to ask me that, Melissa, because you know that I kinda do.
Very nicely written. It reminds me of playing with fire and getting burned.