The Cost Of LovePeople will tell meThe Cost Of Love by MikkiMarie
Love is built of trust
But darling, I must disagree.
For simply trusting
That he will not lay a hand on you
When he slams the door in your face...
That he will never mean it
When he says he will do you harm...
That his words, although echoing,
Will never transform into a fist,
Willing to do anything in order
To get the things
That is not building love.
People will tell me
Love is formed from accepting flaws
But, oh, dear, how I disagree!
For accepting the way he screams at you
When you talk to people
He doesn't approve of...
Accepting the way
He looks into your innocent eyes
And touches you with
Such a meaningless caress...
That is not forming love.
This is hatred
Coated in sweet sugar
And dipped in everlasting fantasies,
That maybe he will love you
The way he claims
Love is not equivalent
To locked doors
And unnecessary restrictions.
Do not spend your nights
Nor your wishes,
Nor your dreams
Daddy PleaseDaddy, don't lie to me, I wanna knowDaddy Please by MikkiMarie
Where is she hiding, and why did she go?
Daddy, don't lie to me, please, pretty please
It's like I can hear her voice within the breeze.
Daddy, don't lie to me, where did she run?
Daddy, I know all the things you have done.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I've seen her scars
Hidden from me like the faraway stars.
Daddy, don't tell me, I don't wanna hear
I'm hoping these thoughts are just worries, just fears.
Daddy, don't tell me, I can't stand the facts
I just wanna think this is some silly act.
Daddy, I love you, you know this is true
But honestly, why do you do what you do?
Daddy, I saw you when you pushed her down
She screamed and she cried, and you made not a sound.
Daddy, I saw you when you stabbed her back
She fell to the floor and again, you attacked.
Daddy, I saw when you stole her goodbyes
And Daddy, I saw when you silenced her cries.
Daddy, don't lie to me, I know the truth...
You hurt her, you killed her, you've darkened my youth.
Daddy, don't hu
Cutter“What’s on your arm? What’s on your thigh?”Cutter by MikkiMarie
I scratched myself, darling—but I will be fine.
“What’s on your wrist? And why do you cry?”
Oh, silly—they’re signals, they’re my warning signs.
“Why are there tears coming out from your eyes?”
They show that I’m breaking. My laugh’s a disguise.
“What’s on your forearm? What’s on your mind?”
I’ll be okay, darling.
I just wish to die.
My name is Mikki, middle name Marie. I'm sixteen. I found my love for poetry a long time ago... And now, I've combined it with my love for people. I speak out against suicide.
I love all my watchers and I love all my haters...
Feel free to check out my poetry and pictures. I appreciate all comments, even if I don't reply to them all.
My future? Well, I hope to be a motivational speaker.
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