I, the dark poet and You, the soul keeper
Watch slowly now, you might just see my smile. Watch carefully now, you might just see my heart bleed, don't rush me you'll never know how I feel. It seems forever when we're not together, but I hate you if that makes any sense. You might see me cry today. I might break down from all your lies, but I know you'll just sit there and smile. Watching me react makes the whole ordeal worthwhile. As your smile gets wider my heart gets smaller until your happiness suffocates my heart like a pillow over my head. you'd be happy if I were dead. I wish you weren't real because then i wouldn't have to deal with dying everyday for a boy that used to say he loved me. Now the ink is splattered on my hands and my fingers are bruised and cramped but it doesn't matter because you get your way anyway. you call me a dark poet as you kiss my neck. Chills run up my spine because i would like nothing more than your cold kisses to end. Your kiss brings words surging into my head. I'll call you my muse but for the price of my soul. but dying is what I do best. Then you leave with my heart in your teeth and my soul in your hands as you walk out of my life. My eyes sink into my head as they lower my body into the black soil so that worms can feast on my words...
-Jessie Lyons
-Jessie Lyons