GUTS
poem
you said I was smart
but you made me look so naive
the way you
tore me apart
spilling my guts
all over the floor
devil sinking his teeth
into me
i make mistakes
but you’ve made the worst ones
look fine
why didn’t i see it was strange
i bleed out
you only come out at night
till i die inside
sucking my tears
till they’re dry
you give me a thrill
only to drain me at night
you sold me for parts
now i’m walking away
you were so convincing
but now i see the lie
you’ve brought to fruition
it takes guts to walk away
isn’t that the great irony of all
i should’ve known you were bad bad news.
“The most personal is the most creative.” - Martin Scorsese