Best Bandaid Poems
The Blue Bandaid
on the track to the river
the red shoe
green skirt
blood stained knickers
splatter on the trail
the hacked off hand
the offhand remark
brings you back
to where you were
the blue band aid
on the river track
was forensic evidence
of a gruesome
rape murdercase
of yet another
innocent child
I’ve been breathing in the fumes of my existence and expectedness for some time now…
Far too long because this thing I cannot place has had unending hold over me.
I’ve been realizing things lately, and witnessing my own lies…
That I tell myself to feel sane or rather inflict a false state of comfortability.
These realized lies are remnants of learned behaviors and skewed mindsets taught to me and to us.
Said teachings emanate lack of love we collectively feel and so we bleed.
Yet bandaid solutions could never mask our open wounds.
Having lied dormant for years, or fresh needing much tending.
Crying out for touch and care and maybe a piece of validation here and there,
But something is better than nothing right?
Do not show the depths of your scars and sores too much now, you’ll scare away the neighbors
And the people you pass on streets who couldn’t care less but you swear they do.
And don’t laugh too hard there, others may stop and stare, and make false assumptions that you cannot bear.
Extend your manners wherever you may go,
For you’ll be ridiculed and considered rude you let them slip through.
But remember to smile and persist in good spirits,
We can’t have the truth made known that your darkness is hiding and piling the shelves.
Become a bit softer now, all to prove some frightened false version.
Afraid to speak your truth, uncover your eyes.
I wonder where all the love is…
We’ve been normalizing to save away for romance or just our circle of friends.
Can you see the world’s lies?
And those of your own we sometimes can hide behind?
Do they speak in familiar tongue?
Can we silence them?
Will we mend?
Look at what you do
How effortlessly you bring me to tears
With nothing more than a memory
How quickly the slightest reminder of you
Melts my happiness down to nothing
I get so confused about you
Because you were the best and worst impact on my life
What should I think of you?
I loved you so much
And I remember how often you saved my life
But now you're ruining it
Even though you never wanted to hurt me
I was so naive
To think that you would always be there
Because you are human
I never thought of you that way
You were perfect
The reason why this life seemed worthwhile
Humans are not perfect
They are ugly, selfish, and uncaring
You were none of these things
The day it hit me
That you were one of them
It felt as if my heart was ripped out
The door protecting the fantasy world you took me to broke off the hinges
The perfect universe in my head is no more
I live in shock of what reality really is
Ironically, you sheltered me from reality
Because I thought a being like you could not possibly be real
You could fix anything
How I miss you, my emotional bandaid
I still, even now, cling to everything that is you
Because it gives me some hope
Cutting the wires that connect me to you
Is the same as suicide
But without you, my wounds don't close
They infect and become the everlasting sting of living
All these other temporary bandages are no good
But now, even if I had you back
It would always be different
Because not even you can close the wound you caused
His face is pressed into my chest
"You need to get a bandaid"
I say. He has a cut on his finger.
"This is a bandaid
For a different wound"
He breathes warmly
all those wounds you talked about
i will sit outside on the concrete floor
and patch each one up
till you are clean and theres no more
i can say its love now,
it always was
but it was also just
what should've been done
each time you hurt yourself
when i wasnt around