There’s much to say but I’d rather sit in silence with myself
Because even if I was talking, you wouldn’t hear
But this silence screams your name
We’ve been through the hard times, and after all the hard rhymes, I found someone who makes the words Rhyme.
But well, let’s go back in circles with my emotions and yours, and I’ll tell you we didn’t leave a cloud of dust Behind, but if you look back, you can see it
You can’t see anything left in it though
Where’s all the stuff we had and everything we shared?
We talk about living together so much now but we can’t even live together
Or apart. oh, well
There’s that but back to the facts, how you spit on my name and tell those I broke you when all I wanted was To improve your perfections
Yes, they are perfect for the way that they shine, deception.
Oh the first impression, you were shy but you got comfortable
I put on my gloves because the last person turned me cold but you thought that was your cue to grab some and Fight.
I would say fight back but what were you fighting — who were you fighting when I just wanted a piece of your heart
The blows, the slaps in the face — who taught you to be so cruel? you cruela devile.
But guess what? I have no spots on me
According to you, I have no faults, and when the faults are my fault, you claim I don’t listen or I don’t see Your point
But it’s so skinny so how could I see it among thousand pieces of thick metal that I’ve built up
New view, yes. New perspective, yes.
But I still continue to see the same thing.
You can’t stop yourself, you feed off hearing me suffer and checking if the blade went all the way through
Not immediately did I see you but once I got under and inside, I would see what you hid–What they hate that You hide
Oh you dirty masterpiece, I have a wrench, that’s all
Hoping to fix this but how many wrenches will I have to buy before I’m bankrupt
Please stop, stop looking at me and loving me and thinking about me
It is true that’s it easier to be together but what if I want the hard part of being apart
What if walking through these rocks and gravel turn the material under our feet into sand?
A BEACH in disguise.
We didn’t plan this but it happened so we continue to walk, not questioning it, a gift from God–
So I’ve been racing in my mind but this turn is coming up and I don’t know what to do next
They didn’t give me instructions on how to keep up nor did they tell me the car they’d put me in
Beautiful on the outside but so bruised on the inside, that’s you
That’s it. Start to think you’re special to me but apparently I manage to both break your snowglobes and raise hell & everything I say is a lie
The history repeats itself but I don’t.
But mentally, oh my gosh, I’m yelling and throwing things and saying words I told myself should not be said
But physically, look at me, nothing.
Try to read me if you can, well nothing is there to read.
I’m the pages out of a book,
I’m the ripped and lost and thrown into the trash pages
So now the story is lost
Tell me what you’ll do.
Christian, 19, attends Georgia State University as a sophomore and participated in the most recent Atlanta Word Works open mic.
Sat. Nov. 19, 2-4 p.m., and Thursday, Dec. 8, 5-7 p.m. Both are at VOX, and Atlanta-area teens are invited. Click here to register.