Vanessa Hernandez

Rookie (06-20-1994 / Bejing)

I'M A Fake - Poem by Vanessa Hernandez

Small, simple, safe price.
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets.
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals.
And I am not afraid to die.
I'm not afraid to bleed, and cry, and fight.
I want the pain of payment.
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts.
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted digrace.
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand disgraces?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid.
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts.
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter.
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart.
Love is not like anything.
Especially a freakn knife.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 8, 2009

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