At Odds

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In the fervor of yesterday…We.Are.At.Odds.

I haven’t quite understood why. All i know is that rage speaks louder than a bomb. Courses through my veins. And all i see. All i want to see is RED.

She hurt me.

Pain so permanent, like the ink on my skin.

Broke my bones in an alley fight.

Left me there to die.

He made me cry.

Never before have i so.

My mascara flowed down my face.

Tears black, just as he prophesied.

Her heart is black.

Like lungs damaged beyond repair.

Decayed.

Rotting away.

He called me out on my secrets.

Reserved only for his ears.

He said he wouldn’t pass judgement.

Guess, i was just stupid.

Her smile.

Brought a smile to my face.

Filled up the whole room, cliche shit.

I hated that about her.

His hugs were warm.

Boiler room warm.

Peel away your skin hot.

I didn’t enjoy them.

She has a slight lisp.

It made me look at her lips.

Annoyed me, all the time.

She thought i wanted to kiss.

He craved my kisses.

All the time.

His eyes always found them.

It was like everything was purely physical.

I knew she would pull a stunt like that.

She wants remorse.

She wants pity.

Claiming i cheated.

Of course, he cheated.

I always have to clear up.

They always have a hard time accepting it.

Golden boy, and all.

Shit, she looks hot.

Even though i have the hottest girl on my arms.

My eyes don’t leave hers.

She knows and she has the smirk to prove it.

I slapped her.

She had no right to be on his arms like that.

That space is solely reserved for me.

God, why won’t he just man up and grovel.

Oh, she’s going to prom with him.

Idiot.

He won’t even know what hit him.

When i beat his face in.

I knew it.

He was jealous.

My ex-date has the black eye to prove it.

I knew it all along.

She’s mine.

And she’s doing that smile thing again.

Seriously, i hate it.

I whisper in her ear.

I only smile more.

Pull him closer to me.

As we dance.

Yeah, this is ‘our’ new song.

How I Spell H.A.T.E

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A lion’s roar is my yawn

When I open my mouth a stream of curses flow out

Like the river that refuses to stop

Floods the surrounding land in the midst of a monsoon

Destroying all life in its wake

I am the woman who floats on water

Atop a broken door

All that’s left of my house

Arms spread up towards the sky

I scream at Your injustice

I am the boy who steals away from his house at the dead of night

Painting the world

How he sees it

So that when the world sees it

They realise that colours of anger reflect more than one emotion

I am the librarian who sits behind a shield all through the day

Cataloging every book known to man and more

Her hands move in sync

Creating music she so longs to hear

If only the world hadn’t told her to hush up

I am the girl

Pushed from side to side

If only there was someone brave enough to take a stand for me

If only I was brave enough to take a stand for myself

But alas I must wait till I grow up and realise this on my own

I am the scars on your hands

White and red lines

So perfectly spaced out

Your dying wish

Eternal reminders of what you wanted to escape

I am the gunshot wound on your shoulder

A gaping hole

If you take a look inside

All you’ll see are your flesh and bones

Reality that screams the lost value of life

I am a hero

Drinking away the confines of my insanity

Masking my true identity

Loneliness is my best friend

Why the hell did I take up this job?

I am your heart

Thumping away

Break dancing in your chest at the sight of him

You sell me short yet I am almighty

I piece myself back together, always ready for you to throw me at another

I am the words inked on your body

Something new everyday

Meaning unknown to you and you alone

A reminder of a past unforgettable

A vow