jwmds
Lubbock, TX
age: 29
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This is a really disturbing poem, as much for myself as for the reader. I wrote this a few months ago after a road trip wher I had been really looking at and immersed in some weird abstract art, combined with a feeling of having very recently been used and ultimately burned by someone who should have done the opposite. Here it is.
If a hand were growing
where there had been an eye
Tears would then,
run down my wrist
whenever I should cry.
And if a mouth appeared,
where there had been a foot
I would taste the earth
and vomit in my boot.
And if you had a heart
inside your pretty head,
Things would not be as they are
I hate you
I wish I were dead
I had a hole inside my heart
So I put
my finger in it.
And thought...
if I could go back to the start
I never would begin it.
Because my butterfly has turned
back into a worm.
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jwmds
Lubbock, TX
age: 29
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I forgot to put the title of this poem it is called
"What you call the heart really exists inside the head"
my bad.
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