All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Wishing Your Wishes Back
I’ve been weak and bleeding so much venom lately;
I wonder how many letters and pictures I have ripped in the past week,
So I don’t rip myself instead.
I have been trying to catch the knives that has been trying to stab me,
I guess I just thought yours was the plastic butter knife I didn’t need to defend myself from,
But no, yours was the bloody, butcher knife that I needed the most salvage from.
Now, my heart is in my eyes, and the tears I weep are blood as the stab wound I tried so hard to close, opened up again.
And last night, I went back to the wishing well from the MET,
where I wished for time to reverse to when things were sane;
back to when I could feel the rough edges of your chewed off fingernails and the curves of your lips,
back to when I received a sunburn every time you smiled and a hurricane every time you cried,
and stole my penny back.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.