becbutler

Australia

honey and vinegar

February 11, 2019

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when I'm in a room with you it feels like I'm floating 
and nothing can bring me down
no matter what I'm with you and that means I'm safe
the monsters that lie underneath my bed cannot find me 
the dark figure in my room can no longer hurt me 

your words are now vinegar, fast and bitter 
they still drip effortlessly of your tongue 
swallowing me in a blue haze of hurt and pain 
your words are like honey, slow and sweet 
they drip effortlessly of your tongue
embarrassing me in a golden haze of warmth and comfort 

now when I'm in a room with you in drowning 
nothing can pull me back up 
no matter what I say or do your still holding the knife
the monsters that were once below my bed live next to me 
you have turned into the dark figure 

your words are like honey, slow and sweet 
they drip effortlessly of your tongue
embarrassing me in a golden haze of warmth and comfort 

I'm still drowning, no one has noticed 
I'mm scared to say anything or wear shorts and skirts 
the idea of you is no longer happy 
it's dark and depressing 
the memories of laughter and joy turn to sobbing and screaming

its been four months and you are still my every thought and feeling 
you still sit broken in the dark, asking me to tell you what I did wrong 
you still blame me for your problems and our downfall

at one point I thought we would rule the world 
that you would forever be by my side 
but now you stand above me 
pushing me down, making me nothing 


 
 

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