• tokillabibliophile 101w

    Denial

    My mom tells me I'm heartless
    And I have always said yes
    With an angelic smile on my face
    And a mouth that betrays my name

    My mom tells me I'm heartless
    For I do not sift through debris
    And have the emotional range of a jellybean
    That comes in one color
    A soft grey tinged with indigo sheen

    My mom tells me I'm heartless
    Because there's a hollow where it should be
    And it disgusts her
    Because it's filled with crimson
    Clotted and jagged like a creamy red velvet cake
    That's clearly seen better days

    My mom tells me I'm heartless
    And I never once doubted it
    Because I don't think there is anything to a heart
    My bloody hole is enough for life
    And my bloody hole is enough for death
    And my bloody hole is reason enough
    To not have any reasons

    My mom tells me I'm heartless
    Because I do not feel
    Because I read words to make believe
    And that's all true as well
    I'd rather burn pages into my eyes
    Than watch a burning sigh
    Leave a life

    My mom tells me I'm heartless
    And I have always said yes
    With all my heart.

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