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(your)monster(self)
You’re clothed in vulnerability and I can see your skin hugging to newly formed bones
Organs pulsing against your chest
And scars tallying the times (you were hurt) scribbled into your palms
(You don’t believe) in monsters when one looks you in the eyes and moves his lips across your body
Painting bruises like galaxies against your skin
He feeds you lies when (you won’t eat dinner)
He fills your pill bottles with displeasure
And drips his ego on your scars so they sting a little more
How could (you think he would heal) the barcode that you carved into your skin because (you didn’t hear me) when I told you you were priceless
That night (you were lying) on your bathroom floor exchanging numbers with the devil
Letting him climb inside your body
And leave only a blade to cut him out
The numbered seconds of trying to breathe in air but (only choking) on the lump inside your throat
Your heart beating so fast
(You can’t see) anymore
You can’t stand anymore
The nights you would stare (inside your naked reflection)
Your paper skin draped in sun bleached flowers and fear
Everytime he lays his lips against yours, you see all the times that (you saw your fear)
But (you don't have the strength) to pull away
(You can hear yourself screaming)
Because you think he can make it all better
Because the tears that slide down your face every night blur your vision
A blended watercolor that’s painting love and (hate)
Strokes showing the opening and closing of ripped wounds
Colors of reality (and) the game he’s playing you
I’m (sorry) you got offended when I told you he wasn’t right (for) you and that you were going to get hurt
But he doesn’t love you
How could he when you don’t even love
(Yourself)

I wrote this poem about a personal situation in my life. The style was inspired by Ellen Hopkins, in how she has a poem then words offset that create a whole new meaning and purpose. I used that in this poem to show how not only the guy in the poem was the "monster" but she was to herself.