//The Bruises are Supposed to be the Art:

It’s always been about me,

it’s always been about you,

a collection of unfinished stories and pieces of

the people we couldn’t bring ourselves to throw away.

All the life I was living ever seemed to be was

a failing argument with the God I used to seek,

the God who showed us how to breathe

but didn’t show us how to be.

Now I’m throwing up over a home that

I don’t know yet,

because you love me and he needs me,

you love me and she breathes me.

You were the image of distortion as my reflection,

so I trashed the f*****g mirror until

the image of perfection appeared.

I hit myself until I bleed,

it makes everything and everyone

around me so much more beautiful.
So when you see a pretty girl lined up, you can say with all

your honesty that

she’s a goddess compared to me.

I wonder if you f**k

like a goddamn sewing machine

trying to put the pieces back together

without any string.

If I had the chance I wouldn’t start again,

because at least right now I’m everything I am.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

very courageous work.... very tough to write such a poem like this.... the way it speaks to the reader is very overwhelming.... it provokes deep thoughts in my mind... excellent choice of words.... beautiful presentation.... full ratings mate!!!!