PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

here i sit

ready to be made;

a creation of your willing hands

a concoction of your collections



as dinner starts

i look at you

and realize

i'm seeing me

through your eyes



i'm still quite unsure

of things you meant to say

my mind has changed

i'm not so sure of your strange ways



i don't miss you,

how could i, i am you too

for you couldn't love me for who i had been



with some time you cook me

a mix of eggs and sugar

is that all i am to you?



i can only put up with your heat so long

and over time, i am hardened

my heart doesn't need to take your ignorance



but in the end..

what good had that done?

you slice me up

and devour my soul