Problems

The problem is he didnt 

gently put me down-

he dropped me

and my pieces

splintered all around.

and I guess I just 

didn't have the supplies

needed to soften my edges.

So when anyone tries

to hold me tight

they come up bloody and bruised

skin scarred and painful

from being loved and abused

and the problem is...

I can't be the knife

you love and 

allow to f**k up your life

and I have scars of my

own from loving edges

sharp enough to hurt me

and I promised myself 

I would never be

marks on someone's skin.

"problems" - jessicagadziala

Reviews

[torres]

WOW! I really like this poem It's deep and somewhat dark. you have a really good talent don't let anyone tell you differnt. It's people like you that inspire me to write about feelings, good and bad. really good jessie