Free verse poem: Liars.

 

Yet I find it hard to continue to live

each step I take takes me back.

I close my eyes as my chest fails

me. My heart is a liar. Attention

seeking bastards unravelling their

knives from their silky slumber

only to thirst for the drama of blood.

The memories are piercing without

a blade, just shards of thin

tracing paper, snippets of everything

and everyone, snapping at me

the blame for it all. Blame me.

Watch as I fall like a shooting

star and I will light up like a comet

and blaze this Earth. The ending.

The beginning. A blank fresh page.

Nothingness. I will be free

from myself. Free from the life

you've given me. Give particles

of me to cherish, to gasp, to

breathe me in like air. Gossip

laugh heartily, cry with fluent

consistent delusions, become one

with your nightmares and dreams

see me flaunt my wings and fly;

a speck of dust in the wind.

Nothingness, another spot to

wipe clean, remove. Hide. Forget.

Pretentious lives are worth

living, tell yourself, over and over.

Try to trap me, try to smother me

with your false heart and mind.

I will never be yours. Never

anyone's. Mine. Only mine.

My own. You: my belongings:

your longing for me aches as

salty tears drip down, taste on

your lips you nibble, bite away

at yourself. At what you've done

to me. What you believe.

Liars. My heart, you, this world.

I can live. I can survive.

I will shine.

I will show you all.

I will fight.

I hear what's in your soul:

Liar.