मुतिन्य

This time it’s all fucked up
I can barely focus on the page
My words bent on not being written now
They so shamed by me
Shame that I can be this way
They don’t wana talk bout the way
The way I let you touch me
They so mad that I believed your lies
This poem so disconnected
This poem so damn rough
My words they wana tear me up
My words don’t wana come out my mouth
They can still taste the taint
Of your tongue swallowing them whole
This poem like a deep six demon
This poem is making this paper bleed
My words they wielding blades
My words angry
You see they cant make me whole
They can not believe I let your filth inside my soul
My words never want to remember
This poem like cement prison cell
This poem is like a shackle
My words they forget softness
They be ripping open the dew scented skin
The places I let you in
My words they want revenge
They tumble like a rioting rabble
They hunt you baby
My words they know your scent
This poem too rough for lovers
This poem too dark for you to see
My words just refuse to fall in dewy lament
They be screaming in my ear
‘Are you fucking stupid dear?’
My words be lean and mercenary
Like dark grim eyed nightmares
This poem is shot to hell now
It is toasting in the flame
My words get all fucked up now
You see they can’t blame me…
They know they were there too
They know they whispered for me
They angry and they won’t come
I am sensing it is the end
My words get all fucked up
I cannot make a sound
Another time