by Carrie
You picked my heart like a petal of a flower.
If you loved me or loved me not, I couldn’t say
After all, it felt like a children’s game.
One day you loved me and your heart was mine.
The next day you kicked me while drunk on wine.
The other day you kissed me like I was the one.
And held my head softly as I came undone.
Today you were fury, anger, and wrath.
Today you have hurt me
And I cried while you laughed.
Today you have muttered how I deserve to be beaten.
So I took the kitchen knife while you were sleeping.
In your drunk, sleepy haze, you were easy to kill
I will carry the knife with me.
I always will.
-he loves me, he loves me not
Drunk on love
Drunk on love. What a mystical feeling.
Surely, I’d rather spend my day reading,
Instead of waltzing with some mysterious partner,
And try to utter a sensible answer,
Because silence won’t be forgiven.
So I’d let myself be bitten
Into a dreadful conversation,
Which shows my social limitations.
Yes, in truth, I’d rather be reading,
Then to experience that horrible feeling.
© Carrie 2024-06-05