Dear......

I am trying to cover my sadness with words.
Tape them against my scars
And wear them like worthy paper cuts.
My tears are alcohol swabs,
Burning and cleansing wounds of my own making.
Sometimes,I wish I could hide behind them forever.
But not even this journeyed flesh can stand
castle strong against speechless ink stains.
I know the code. 

This body does not deserve a warriors death. 
And  poetry, you're a monster,
A creative monster, but evil nonetheless.
I wish to string you into knots,
force feed you down the throats of others.
De-format you and leave you empty.
free-versed to hang loosely along the heartstrings
of strangers, and past lovers.
 

We are the perfect poster children for
battered homes, aren't we poetry?
The dysfunctional couple
black-eyed and angry love.

You can't protect me from myself forever.