old flame,
these are all the things i never had the guts to tell you
once cherished memories feel like relentless nightmares these days
even in my waking hours i find myself coming to, covered in sweat, and gasping your name
your name once rolled off my tongue with the sound of admiration
moving forward, your name holds jagged edges
bleeding from the mouth, spitting out the shame and resentment
one tooth at a time, a bloodied smile becomes the story of us
old flame,
i know the promises of forever, expired upon the complications of noncompliance
sitting down​ to be seen and not heard, like a good girl should- was not in my list of interests
so i was no longer on yours
on the days i miss you most (shamefully)
i look in the mirror and smile
while it’s not the bloody sight seen before
my teeth remain crooked, your name still hold jagged edges,
i refuse to continue
to cut myself on your edges
old flame,
this is my final act of protest
i’ll pick up my shame and wear it with pride
dry and bloodied lips left their mark
i wont let them stain me
anymore
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