cry. scream. bang your fists against the walls that keep you locked inside. kick your feet in the air. tell your sister she's stupid and wrong and that you've never loved her. cry. scream. apologize via him to you. let your tears catch on your lashes until you can no longer see anything but your own demise. taste the bitterness left in your mouth from your own bitching and rot in it.
break a mug. break two. kick the pieces around the kitchen floor and cry some more. break a plate. break a cup. break a bowl. break a finger because nothing can take away this sort of pain. you are empty and yet you are filled with so much anger. break a razor and paint pictures across your skin.
you are okay, you tell them. you break three days later and you lie in bed, unable to move.
start picking up the pieces. clean up the mess you've made and he's left. use windex to polish off the dirt and buff out the scratches while you are at it. wash the carpet where the blood stained and vacuum over it. date someone else. and when he takes advantage of you wish on every fucking star in the night sky that he would come back damnit please come back.
cry because that's all you do these days is cry yourself a river. and you just keep hoping that one day it'll take you in its currents and drown you so that you don't have to do it yourself.
congratulations. you're still broken, but it's okay because just look at how mosaics are made. you're beautiful if you're still breathing, baby.
This is absolutely beautiful and breathing and it's one of those few things that can hit hard whether personally or not, honestly thank you so much for writing such a beautiful piece. I adore the last verse, it's so powerful in just four lines
"break a razor and pain pictures across your skin"
This is so powerful. You have a way of...I know you're writing about personal things, but it just stirs up the reader's own pain. You're so very good at eliciting and drawing out that vulnerability and inner pain (no matter where it's at) in all of us.
Many poems (including my own work) that center upon recovering from the break (whether romantic or otherwise) are often boring, lifeless, or at best a touchy cheesy. This is none of the above. Truly great, profound and speaks to your reader. Well done.
"break a razor and paint pictures across your skin"
"congratulations. you're still broken, but it's okay because just look at how mosaics are made. you're beautiful if you're still breathing, baby."
When I was at a summer camp a few years ago this girl somehow brought 2 switch blades to the camp. She dated allot of guys there and they all didn't stay with her long. One day after her latest 'boyfriend broke up with her she showed me her arms. I'm not going to tell you what I saw because you already guessed correct. On her left hand she had carved a crudely drawn heart into her skin. I stayed quiet the whole time I was there about what happened because she was my friend. Now I truly wish I could have helped her. I was such a coward. Now every time I think about picking up a razor myself I think about her. The problem is I still break a little more each day.
*sorry if this is too personal. This poem just hit me hard and I can really realte.*
Have you seen some poems were they don't use punctuation, like with Nikki Giavanni? In most of here poems, she doesn't capitalize or punctuate anything unless it is the end of the stanza. That is something that could be added, but other than that, I love this poem. It takes courage to write about stuff like this, and even more to publish it. Thanks for doing that.
first i'm going to say thank you for your kind words.
and i don't mean to be a bitch but i'd appreciate it if you didn't tell me what i can and can't do with my writing. i've seen poetry like that and it's beautiful, but my writing is just that, mine, and the way that you said: "that is something that could be added" told me you think that if i did that it would improve my writing.