Taken For Granted
Consider yourself lucky
As my ink flattens you onto paper
Laying between the lines you get to look up at me
See my glimmering analytical eyes
Leer at that paper and scan you up and down
You get to see my smile, my tears, and my frown
You get to drown in my thoughts
Consider yourself lucky as you’ve been reanimated, Sedated, and put on display
Become part of my collection
Of love and dismay
Simply tucked away,
But still one of the biggest parts of me
You’ve made the cut -
Consider yourself lucky
A Piece of My Heart
You’ve dissipated
And yet you still own a piece of my heart
Encapsulated sits one small part
Even as I fade away my wrists stay locked in chains
Even if those chains don’t make me stay
They will move with me day to day
Reminding me that you will always have a say
That piece of my heart lays flat in your hand
Free to do with it what you will-
Break it into a million pieces like sand, crush it and have no reprimand
Play with it, throw it like putty on a window sill-
I said do with it what you will
Because still -
You represent a hill that I’ve climbed, a thrill that I’ve put behind,
A part of you that’s mine too
You’ll always own a piece of my heart
A Pen With No Point
I write with the same motion
Over and over again
The chapter never seems to end
Love for one,
Hate for another
My pen hovers before writing
Of the desire for the same lover
As I cover the paper
In favour of anger
I can’t help but think -
What have I changed?
I rearrange words and scribble blurbs
But it hurts when I write the same thing
The pressure I write with I feel in my lungs
I feel like a towel being rung
Tears run and I taste salt on my tongue
My skin stung from repetition
A blurred mission
My thoughts whisked away
Realizing a pen and paper
doesn’t truly give me a say