Thoughts of my Toothache 11/26/99 You are my daily Subliminal toothache, For the past two days, I stay in my room like A hotel I pay myself a visit. I adore your human triumph, To let me do that, But I hate you for it. I feel so gross now, 1 to 10, I’ll hate myself more because of you. My hole, the one he created, Is bigger, and hurts more, You fucker, I hate you! I want to crucify you, You’re a sick rabid dog, my gluey white tooth. Emma Stiches 12/3/99 I have dead roses in my room, They help me stitch Up my brain. He ate me like a piece of candy. Now, he’s gum, on the bottom of my shoe I can’t get rid of him. My kids will wonder; “ Why I fall in dead love affair?” and my solemn response: “ Why? I’m broken like your bicycle, dead like my flowers, I cant live without them, I’m just cheating myself.” They’ll want me to shut him up, Pull me out, “But baby, I cry all the time!, leave me alone, I want to ask him a question, 24 hours, dead roses, and maybe punk rock?” We’ll all sleep on a mattress on the floor. It’ll be our world, together. “I love my kids,” I tell myself, “I wish he loved me too” and the city will be our home, “ Go to sleep, babydoll, I love you.”
Reason for writing:
an hour after i found out my segnificant other (then) can't get it up. i cried and thought it was my fault, i ran to damien he told me is ok...
Birth sign: Cancer
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