Get Bent
I made you my everything and you acted like I was nothing, so just...
I crippled your window pane forcefield
As acid leaked from your brain
And straight to the palm of my hand,
I caught the drips of yellow and red
That left a tattoo stain
But never blended to sunrise orange-
Stuck to themselves out of pain
***
Now you’re making out like I never knew you, like I never left a dent
When I had those words at the ready for you, before I even knew what they meant
Instead of a demon, I thought that you were a savior heaven-sent
In the past I asked you to straighten me out, now I’m asking you to get bent
***
An invasive species in my amygdala
Needs to be weeded out,
Spicy and sweet like ginger
But it covers me in doubt-
Replacing my native memories
With twisting roots of truth
That won’t let other species grow
To lighten up my mood
***
So have fun in your Shelby, keep watching his Roush
And keep on pretending you don’t think “Ouch,
I fucked up something good...”
‘Cause I’m taking my shoes and snuffing the torch
Of the flame I had for you-
I’ve been marked with burns, but I’ll heal the scorch
As you search for someone new
***
And you’ll pretend to love another
Then bleed your hand again-
Showing your cards that you only really loved yourself in the end
And I’ll pretend I never saw my bones outside my skin
When you callously tried to forge a loss out of what I thought was a win
***
I’ve gotten my prescription for a dose of solitude
And I’ll use it to forget-
Our passion, our blood, our lust and our feud
That left me grief-beset
***
So have fun in the nightclub, pretend to like girls
But we both know what I saw
I hope you get flashed with the guilt of the world
Whenever you hear a raven’s caw
***
And you’re still making out like I never knew you, like I never left a dent
When I had an “I love you” at the ready for you, before I even knew what it meant
I truly thought that you would be a savior heaven-sent
In the past I asked you to straighten me out, now I’m asking you to get bent
About the Creator
Tanner Peiffer
I'm an aspiring poet, writing from both personal experiences and surreal concepts, with the goal of inspiring anyone who may read. I hope my art can strike a chord and shift a perspective or two. 20 years old.
Comments (1)
I felt the sting of a broken dream, humility being regained after a meaningful seduction. You are very young and very open. I miss that quality, that time when I wrote without fear, just with desire to express. Keep writing please!