Dead Outlet

i am the scars littered across my heart

i am the cause of my despair

i am all that i fear

i am the path to my demise

my existence speaking louder than my actions

coming out in strangled words

i usher people to listen

reciting a plea that will only ever fall on deaf ears

spewing out a foreign language

who wants to hear heartache anyway?

i am the recklessness in my decisions

i am the confusion in my words

i am the ear to listen to your reasons

rest of the world muted out

i am the chip in the floorboard that made me stumble into you

i am the hole in my heart you carved out expertly, as you’ve done many times before

people walk the streets, crowds of holey-hearts

carved in different shapes

stitched awkwardly but still okay

mine splits open more with every lash i create

till its an open flower, blooming at all sides

sharp edges of plush red

dripping

i can hear the drops in my head every time a word goes unheard

now most go unsaid

i am the open arms welcoming you in

i am the one pulling the words from your skin

holding your mouth open to force out the sin

it doesnt matter if what you say is as bad as you think

it wont matter when im gone. the words wont live to see another day

floating, away from Gods shiny light rays

buried in the dark 6ft under

you can recite your unholy pleas upon me

burden me with it and leave the weight on my sunken grave

every time you visit the grey stone darkens with age

spew your acid pain until my long-awaited decay