The Truth of the Swanmate

The Truth of the Swanmate

A Poem by Violet O'Brien

These thots spread their way from me
Out of my mind and down my spine
Toward you
Infecting your heart
I'm gore obsessed
Fucked up and neglected
These dead bodies make me feel
And I know that i'm not real
Just a paper
Just a pen
Words written with blood
all sent to people that never open the envelopes
Tick tock goes the clock
As you whisper that you love me
Trying to feast on my soul
Trying to scratch inside
Why don't you understand
This isn't love
This is what happens when friends f**k for too long
And I can't stay here
I have to get away from these memories
And erase the past I've had in this house
Late nights scribbling on my walls
scratching my message in like a scar
Cover it with plaster and paint once i leave
And try to forget me
try to burn me away with your acid spit
and i'll always come back
A never ending pheonix
You're such a pretty little girl
you're pretty like the drugs you take
and you're stripping everything away
you're dissapearing
I can't feel your arms around me
I can't see the tears you cry
You just keep trying
Tell me you love me so i'll slip my tounge into you
So that i'll feast on you
As then want to cut myself later
Slice my regret into myself
And leave tattered muscle memories
Torn tendons and bandages
All because I used to try so hard to please other people
So hard to please you
but i can't do this any more
I can't hold you up like the star you want to be
Because you're going to rip me apart
I can't let you in
I can't trust you
Because i'm stuck in this house
Haunted by my memories
Always forever
Decayed and bloodied
I used to believe in swanmates
Now I just believe in death

© 2008 Violet O'Brien


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Violet O'Brien
Violet O'Brien

Banewoods, GA



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