Bitten

by Chelsey   Nov 6, 2012


Perhaps if I braced your teeth with metal
your bite would not have sunk so deep.
It's too late...

I walk around with stinging skin that
tries protecting wounds that refuse to
heal. Gauze and adhesive are nothing
but pillows for blood to cry on.

You use to be the love doctor,
the King of everything blissful,
and I was nothing but your test
dummy.

I hope you miss me when
I find another physician
whose accepting new patients.

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  • 12 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Chelsey, I hate to know that you are finding it hard to move on and that you have this emotion, but it certainly is making you write some good damn poetry, absolutely amazing once again, it is the creativity and way with words you have that blows my mind.
    I love how you added the doctor and medical aspect into it, metaphorically perfect, and so unique and that really is what you are about, your writing is so you...its amazing

    I don't know what else to say with this piece.
    :) x

    • 12 years ago

      by Chelsey

      I love you girrlllssssssss

      Your support is amazing!! <3

  • 12 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    Aaw cute

    chelsey is now the greatest

    I am officially not needed on the site

    Noura can replace my bitter humor and chelsey replaces my poetry goodness

    I AM GOOD TO GO YA'LL

    tOOODLESSS

    GREAT WRITE BOOOOOOOOO XOXO

  • 12 years ago

    by Sunshine

    DAMN what a coincidence, writing bout past, it seems like sometimes we are all stuck ?

    I can really really relate to this!

    I love the way you expressed yourself in stanza one! like if you only gaurded yourself or held some protection, he would noot hhave had this approtunity to hurt you the way he did..it would not have been as bad..

    I agree :)

    wounds that refuse to heal, tell me about that, it's us refusing to let it heal, somehow, we just come back to it, we never move on, well not until something rreallyy worth it washes it off our chest.

    i love the twist in your ending stanzas, sometimes it's now how we think they are, sometimes it's just not meant to be...and just sometimes we learn to accept and shut up and hope that someone else will show up and refix what have been messed up...

    thanks for writing this, I can relate.