Blood running down my face
My body in shock
My lip sliced into two
I now have three
But I do not feel the pain
I do not see the depths
Untill I do
A wave of agony, tears and mascara
But with a bit of glue
And taping it back into two
It will soon heal
And be just as good as new
Taylor
My bottom lip got cut into two while dancing, not the best poem but just trying to tell the story
Why have I still not eaten breakfast at a time where some people would be having lunch?
Why do I eat all day when Im stressed or away?
Why do I love eating but also love hunger?
Taylor
I just wanted to say how happy I am that I started this poetry blog, it has changed me not only as a writer but as a person. The positive feedback I have received has boosted me up on my worst of days and given me strength to keep on writing and to improve as much as I can. So I thank all of you who read the poems, like them and comment on them, it has allowed me to grow so much, and am looking forward to the future. 🙂
I didn’t notice you drying your eyes
Wiping your face and giving a smile
I didn’t notice the way you started to dress
As though it was always winter
Never wore less
Than long sleeves, full trousers
Im sorry I didn’t notice
I didn’t notice the scars
The bags under your eyes
I didn’t notice you weren’t you anymore
I didn’t notice the disguise
Taylor
Its difficult when you find out someone is dealing with their problems with mental health and you didn’t notice it before , and you hate that you didn’t see the signs and it can be easy for you to blame yourself.
He held me so gently I didn’t feel his nails digging into my skin
He kissed me so softly I never noticed his hands constricting my body
He treated me so kindly I didn’t notice the strings moving
I didn’t see the puppet hands
I didn’t see my stitching start to coming undone
I thought I was moving on my own
until I tried and found myself tangled in ropes
He loved me so well I never saw the lies
Taylor
