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Bella Allen Poem
How did this happen?
I wonder.
How the water
Could have
Dragged you under
Is yet another
Blinding secret
But it would still work to
Bind, so we’d keep it
Nothing held
The weakened connection
The glass, it shattered
Everyone’s perfection
Secrets are secrets,
They harm and they hurt
They slice away the pain
Written in dirt
The blood, it smears
Shrouded by mistakes
Hidden in the dark
While trust is at stake
But trust?
It should have never
Revealed itself
It is a lost cause, it cannot be helped
Trust was never a true, solid thing
It was a lie
That only existed
In sinners’ dreams
And hope?
Hope was far from the truth
You’d hope to be freed
But then trapped just as soon
Now, as the ocean
Consumes your last breath
I wonder if I
Was the last you had left.
Copyright © Bella Allen | Year Posted 2023
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Bella Allen Poem
Words like daggers
Straight through my heart
Shredding my soul
Tearing apart
My dreams, in whole
But saving a piece
A tantalizing hope
Never within the reach
Of my calloused hands
Barricading me into a room
With only my thoughts
Like shadows, they creep
Into my mind
Freezing me to stone
Never felt so blind
Pain that they wrought
Upon my ruined head
Tears of gold I weep
Over the hands that they bound
With bloody rope
I’ll finally be freed
Just to live like I’m dead
Words like daggers
Harbinger of hurt
If only they’d left me
Where I was found
Then maybe I wouldn’t
Be so badly burnt.
Copyright © Bella Allen | Year Posted 2023
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Bella Allen Poem
blue eyes, deep and dazzling as the sea
cheekbones sharper than a knife
golden hair, soft to run a hand through
he was a jewel
a sapphire prince
who, upon circumstances unknown
stumbled into a peasant girl
more beautiful than the purest snow
luscious locks of night
doe-eyes, an innocent river of beauty
curves like winding paths
she was timid and kind and a creature of wonder
and in a world of fake gold and silver,
the boy craved a diamond
she acted as though she had never known a mirror
as if her reflection was dirt
but she knew the dagger she carried within the pocket of her dress,
and she knew her beauty was a weapon
one to wield with preciseness
so she gave him a smile, pretending she had not tripped him on purpose
walking as though she knew not the feeling of a male’s gaze following her
she was not a majestic woman, but a spider
entrapping men in her silken web
for if she could not love herself
she must make a million hearts crave her instead
she wore her wiles like a gown
hid her seductiveness behind her midnight curls
and though she told herself it was not for her
that the boys always only happened to admire her with their own will
she knew what she had done and would continue to do
and she felt no remorse
maybe Arachne would be proud
of her serpentine ways
adoration is a venom to clutch to one’s chest
only the side effects of mithridatism, she tells herself
she walks hand in hand with heartbreak
as if it is her truest lover
and such as a siren, sends her victims, with her serene song, to a watery grave
she stole their hearts from within their chests until they numbed her own
drowned out her sorrow
with their pain
Copyright © Bella Allen | Year Posted 2024
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