Claw Marks

My truth isn't covered in diamonds that sparkle like my eyes

It isn't laced with pale, pink roses that reflect their beauty onto my cheeks

My truth isn't a vibrant story that radiates excitement like my smile

It isn't anything you would want to see

My words aren't a beautiful song that captures your attention

They aren't delicate, perfectly-selected syllables that accentuate the proof of my knowledge

My words aren't spoken with the portrayal of my dreams

They aren't anything you would want to hear

My truth is shattered glass that mirrors my broken heart

I have cut my fingers trying to pick up the pieces

My truth is a shaking hand covering my lips

I have been scared speechless by the sound of your footsteps

My words are a high-pitch cry to you

They are non-cohesive, stuttered letters

My words are a mispronounced struggle to write you off again

They have damaged me from lingering on my lips for too long

My truth is full of claw marks from my resistance to letting you go

My words are only spoken to make you see me

Reviews

[ANTO]

sounds like a very toxic relationship here - a deadly cocktail of the wrong type of love mixed with delusions and apathy or both - hoping the sun will set on a period of turmoil and rise on a new beginning.
I like the regimented sequence of the statements in each stanza - truth,words,truth,words almost OCD-like.
- tense and well written poem Samantha

[Nicholas Shea]

This is heart breaking. Beautifully written. I'm glad you shared this.

[John Fitzgerald]

It is hardest to speak simple truth and yet you have captured it with divine eloquence, a borrowing sadness and a deep appretation for the beauty of words and poetry. Wonderful

[Chris]

and you succeeded in being noticed... oh and a really good profile statement as well.