SHAKEN AND STIRRED
Locations
(pick the shards of shot glasses out of my back
and berate me about the cuts you got
from smashing them.)
pour peroxide over my skin and i will tell you
i love bubbles
and stings
because i am three years old and
“i love”
does not exist
outside the realm of convenience
pull aside my cotton shorts and
tell me
i am not who i am
my mouth tastes sour
and you stopped telling me i could be a lollipop
the name
s**** s**** s****
s**** s****
s****
Sarah
makes me want to sink down
and fix you
until i don't exist
but you like smashing bottles and rationalizing pain
and i can deal with make believe “im sorry”s
perfect couples dont exi-
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ellen.everitt.7
This poem came from a very turbulent time in my life, when i was simultaniously dealing with mental health issues as well as the wonderful world that is long distance relationships. As for questions about structure, this piece was meant to reflect the different emotional pains that come with betrayal. You feel as though your faults are underlined and the good qualities slashed through. Depression and anxiety only help to bold the things you already hate, and doubt whispers in italics through your subconcious.