I wish I could nail these hands to the edges of stars

I would sacrifice this body to the sky

Hoping to resurrect as someone spiteful enough to not care about you anymore


Staple me to a cross.

Pierce my side with a broken promise

And I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.


Loving you was the last thing I felt really good at.


You want to know how I got these bruises?

I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.


I whispered you to stardust.


I spoke you into Poison Ivies.


I dipped my hands in forever.

I touched you infinity

Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber

I was good to you.


You want to know how I got these bruises?

I swallowed my pride and then it clawed its way out of my mouth.


I realized I was never really your boyfriend.

I was just your hype man.


I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.


Yes, I said smallpox!


I hate you!


But I miss you!


But I love you!


It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.


I heard that ninety percent of human interaction is non-verbal so…


If I could I would tie your arms to a daydream and then auction you off to my fondest memories

See, I wrote this poem with my own spinal fluid

I put it on the backbone of a white flag

So before you read it, you’ll already know that I’ve given up.

I have kept you here…

Shackled to the most important chapter of my life story

Pressed into the basement of my eyelids like liquid salvation

So I remember you breathtakingly as you are

With amazing strength underneath your wings and an orchid smile

You gorgeous earthquake!

How dare you linger on my lips

And then kiss me like a stuttering apology with excuses stapled to the roof of your mouth.

I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of a long term memory

But some days I wonder if you existed at all.


You really want to know how I got these bruises?

I got them the day I fell in love with you.

I landed face first.

Written by Vhar

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  1. Peak
    May 12, 04:12 Reply

    2 and 3 are the highlight for me!

    “How dare u linger on my lips” some ppl need to be slapped first then asked that question.

    Vharrrrrrrr to bazźzzd! Great stuff as always.

  2. Ruby
    May 12, 04:12 Reply

    Wow Vhar!
    What a Captivating Piece.
    You know you should enter one of these literary competitions cos you are one gifted individual.
    More grease to your elbow, data to your phone and ink to your pen

  3. Chris
    May 12, 05:19 Reply

    Why does this poem reminds me of that female character in that
    film, Fatal Attraction, her name, ermm, Glen something, hmm, ok.

  4. Mercury
    May 12, 06:02 Reply

    Oh my!!!!!, this is so psychotic its beautiful. No be small fatal attraction.

  5. kacee
    May 12, 06:03 Reply

    @chris her name is Glenn Close,I so love that movie. Vhar nice write up.

    • Chris
      May 12, 06:06 Reply

      Thank you Kacee, Close came my mind but i didnt wanna phuck up early in the morning:)

    • Chris
      May 12, 06:11 Reply

      By the way what do you love about that sad, tragic, heart breaking, psycho neurotic movie :)?
      I watched it two or three times though, mine is for the thrill, yours?

  6. Chris
    May 12, 06:15 Reply

    And i have never heard of earthquake been described as gorgeous.
    It just cant be, mba

  7. Dennis Macaulay
    May 12, 06:28 Reply

    Vhar the King of Poetry!


    I didnt read it sha **covers face**

    • pinkpanthertb
      May 12, 07:01 Reply

      Why would you say that? If you didn’t read it, why would you want us to know?

      • trystham
        May 12, 12:42 Reply

        Is Vhar an Akpanish Twink perhaps? DM only famzs’ when he wants something

    • Max
      May 12, 08:14 Reply

      Hello!, Cos he’s a jerk..

  8. shuga chocolata
    May 12, 06:51 Reply

    I hate you
    I miss you
    But I love you.

    Thanks Vhar just what I needed this morning.

  9. Max
    May 12, 08:10 Reply

    Amazing as always Vhar. I need to hire you for a piece. Your expertise is needed.

  10. Teflondon
    May 12, 09:42 Reply

    Okay this for those that believe in and fall in Love.. So good luck connecting with this. I still can’t figure why your people like something that gives so much distress! The thing called ” Love ” btwn humans not related by blood or Marriage is fake to me.. The one true love is ‘Gods love for Man’ unconditional Love
    #TeamNoLove #TeamFBW #TeamMoneyMaker

    That said..
    This was an awesomely written piece (Tho I love the piece but I do not connect with it.. Talking abt love) by Vhar.. Once again! Tho I asked for his dethronement. Maybe I said that under ‘compromised’ judgement.

    • Tiercel de Claron
      May 12, 14:40 Reply

      “Better to be silent and be thought a fool than open one’s mouth and remove all doubt” – Mark Twain

  11. Tiercel de Claron
    May 12, 15:09 Reply

    You really want to know how I got these
    I got them the day I fell in love with you.
    I landed face first.
    It’s why it’s called FALLING in love.If you’re lucky,there’ll be outstretched arms waiting to catch you,hold you close.If you’re not,you fall flat and fall hard.
    Trick to surviving that is to stay still a bit,gather your broken pieces together,mend,pick up yourself and go.

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