eyes swollen by

midnights punch of grief
scarred arms at a

loss for words when

they have mistaken roses

for a bleeding mouth.
this is not beauty
this is not beauty
arms worn out

and tired looking

into the mirror with

no sleep hanging

onto the cold side

of the pillow
mascara bleeds out
staining in streams

of black lines
pain accompanies

loneliness in these hours

of the giving up hour.

this is not beauty.

this is not beauty.
the blade of relief

cannot keep you in the tides.

Wandering. mourning in sheets

of disturbed thought
i cannot break away

from clenching teeth

and salty tears.