Sorry! Zine’s April Writing Contest First Place Winner

A poem by Vienna Wolff.

you say “that was pointless, we should’ve stayed strangers”,
but our love was never pointless.
our love was sharpened to a point by your harboring resentment for me and your undying love for her.
that point later struck me in the heart the split second after i felt safe enough to take my finger off of my
hairpin trigger.
the point of us was not love, but danger.
the love i attract comes always with battles, comes with scars and come with tears.
but our love wasn’t just a mere battle. we were war. a war i was willing to fight
a war you weren’t willing to bear.
the way the hair stood up on my neck when you said that you loved me is to no compare.
i fled like a hare, running scared from those who’d never understand.
i fled into you,
you, a fox, snarling, bearing his teeth, showing me he didnt and would never care, but i ran to your arms
anyway
i ran to you and you ran away.
the points of your teeth sinking into my skin, your words hitting my skin like fists.
the tears seeping slowly out of my heavy lidded eyes
i bled into you,
and just as she did to you,
you fled.
the line between who i was and who i made myself for you started to fade,
my morality fogging with a layer grey
i can see them clear as day,
the cuts and blisters littering my once glittering skin
my heart races as i look up at your faces
…a two faced snake where the love of my life should’ve been, you offered me an apple and i took it
and you’ll book it just as you once did when the war began.
that’s all i can say, i’ve never known it any other way,
the crying alone, the screaming to myself, the fighting alone for someone who would never fight back is all i
have,
it’s all i’ve ever known.
that’s the point,
i sharpened it myself.