Monster
I drew a picture of my heart once
and when I smeared the lines between what's real and what's a lie
I saw your face somewhere in the middle
I'm sure it's just a coincidence
but maybe I'm wrong
I taped that picture to the fridge hoping to God that you'd see it and commend me on my talents
but it sat for days unnoticed
I sat for days unnoticed
I held my breath until stars sparked in my eyes and my vision blurred
but it didn't change how I saw you
You're a monster in lovers' clothing
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.