Pretty Boys Are Poisonous: Poems

by Megan Fox

i used to believe love was a poem now i know love is a killing spree • the indoctrination of a hopeless romantic

he’s happy being sad so it doesn’t matter anyway

for me they linger in the space where the light used to be in my eyes all these tears i’ve cried for you… oceans of grief

and my heart never rests because it does not trust the hand that holds it

you are killing me but my heart won’t give you up

shapeshifter show me your face look into my eyes and lie again hide from your past hide from your path bury my light beneath your deception bury the truth beneath my longing tear the veil and let me see what can’t be undone • the fall

i am so tired of the taste of my own blood that i swallow my words

you’ll never understand how painful it is to always have to wonder who i’m giving my heart to today

my will has atrophied in my chest my feelings stick in my throat never forming words i forgot that i had a voice

passion: from latin; to suffer • veritas

you mistook me for a possession when i was a nuclear weapon all along

not all goddesses fly some of us struggle on the ground

i was never small it was just a matter of forced perspective

he speaks destruction because chaos was his first language

he’ll never change because he made a home in the sorrow he built a castle out of rage

i will always be in love with the man that you’ll never become • unrealized potential

i know that i’m too good for you but i still crave hades’ touch even though it’s harsh and unforgiving i’d still choose an eternal winter with you over an evanescent spring with someone else i’m still willing to live in the shadows because somewhere along the way i learned that i don’t deserve to see the light • pomegranates for sale

you’re always waiting to be rescued never willing to do the rescuing

why am i still worshipping at the altar of your broken promises • false prophets

i didn’t realize how much of myself i was giving away or how much of me was disappearing until i turned on a light and couldn’t even find my shadow • but maybe if we use a black light we could still find all the stains you left on me

my loyalty lulled you into complacency my trust grew you into a monster

i’ve outgrown you and no matter how much you cry or beg i will never be your giving tree

but i know that if this breaks there is no other there is only the void i know it’s not the fairy tale they think it should be but you are the one who has held my hand from the beginning of time this journey isn’t a pretty one and i can’t make them understand that the only way i will really move on from you is when my body turns to dust