Dear You,
You know who you are
speaking of broken bloody hearts
as if you were the first to know
...
I try to make myself forget
The way you smell,
How your chest feels
Under my fingertips
...
-here’s to the night-
When I began to say goodbye
Staring into the fire
...
I have been writing all of my life. My first poem was published at 13. I won editor's choice award in the poetry.com contest for july of 06. I am currently a college student at Sacramento City College studying creative writing and psychology.)
Words
Words may not
Tear flesh, break bones
The way sticks do
They sneak under
The defenses
Leaving you bleeding
From the heart.
Words may not
Pull the trigger alone
But can be they catalyst
To the one holding the gun.
Words may not
Stab you with steel
But prick even harder
Depending on who utters what...
Words may not
Be of a physical essence
But still the fact remains
Words may be deadly
When used to harm.