So on re-opening my blog I found this post I made nearly exactly a year ago. I don't normally write poetry, and this is basically why... But after showing it to a few close friends they have assured me that while they are extremely emo they aren't that terrible, so thought I would send them out into the wider world for more scrutiny! Please be gentle!
~original post~
So I was working a 16 hour shift on Saturday because of the rugby. Very hard work, not only was it an incredibly long shift but also not much to do, and when it got busy there were quite a few arseholes, which are always fun to deal with!
I wrote this around 14 hours in to my shift. Never attempted poetry before. I can see why. My brain was running on empty and I felt rather shit. So apologies that it is unbelievably shit and emo!
Manipulation Overload.
Tangled in his web of lies,
Enthralled by the sickly sweet words, whispered:
"I love you".
Its hard to get release, to get free,
A casual glance, a smile, a word,
Has you crawling back for more.
Just one more touch, caress, word:
"I love you".
Falling ever deeper,
Swirling mists, rising black waters,
Sent to devour, to confuse, control.
When he is not there: spite, hatred,
But arms so easy to fall back into.
The seemingly kind embrace,
Which traps your heart,
Destroys your soul:
I want you,
I need you,
"I love you".
Snakes
The snakes are back again.
Writhing around my stomach,
My chest, my throat.
Making it hard to think,
To breathe, to speak.
Why are you doing this?
Why can't you stop?
Why me?
Their emerald eyes flash mockingly in silent reply.
Break down in darkness,
Only comfort the floor, the bottle,
A night cap for the troublesome snakes.
Sing them to sleep, anything to lessen their pain.
Curl up around them;
Play on their fears, believe their lies.
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