Cuts and Scars

May 21, 2014 / 10:12 P.M.

The moment I've heard about your treachery, I want to slit my wrists

Lavish blood to your lips and say “taste the pain you inflicted me”

Tonight, I swear that the man behind my prose

Is nothing but a make-believe I created earnestly to seal the void that can’t be filled

Now the stars reminded me of scars

Bullet wounds and cuts

Gashes he bud like fireworks to the face of the sky

Tonight, crying is the easiest form of verb

It would never please my blood streams into writing through grief

Writing rhymes about his sleepy eyes

Granting my sleep, I know I’d still call his name

Tonight, I’m fighting war that scrapped the enamel off my teeth

With my jaw clenched and posture bent

Struggling not to break myself

Because it’s hard to survive

When I know my fears were alive

This is one of those nights when I felt so lost

Even God would never find me

I wonder if he’s seen me holding his heart like sea-shell

Hearing the tides of every tear he has cried

But I say “storms are born from the very same sky we wrote our love letters to”

And I have blown my pain into a perfect halo…