melancholy

Make Me Bleed Words

Artwork by Carmela Ochea

Don’t give me love & flowers
for I crave the pain and misery.
It feels safe there
where the light doesn’t hurt my eyes,
where the silence lets my soul soar free.
So no baby
I don’t want to look at you
and see fire in your eyes
I want your eyes to tell me the
same lies, excuses and ignorance
your mouth always has.
I don’t want you to kiss me where it hurts,
I want you to turn the knife some more
and make me bleed words.

Give me art.
Give me poetry.
—

Poem by Marilys Lutsar

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