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︎︎︎ John Doe

︎ Sept 18, 2024

ALL OF THE MONSTERS I FIGHT I CREATED FROM THE SHARDS OF MY BROKEN PROMISES AND THE SILENCE THAT GREW BETWEEN US THEY ARE THE SCREAMS OF YOUR VOICE IN THE EMPTY ROOM I DID NOT CLOSE THE DOOR I LEFT IT WIDE OPEN AND LET THE DUST SETTLE IN MY FAULTS AND YOUR TEARS ARE THE WEAPONS I USE TO DEFEND MYSELF FROM THE REFLECTIONS OF MY FAILURE IN THE SHATTERED MIRROR THAT STARES BACK AT ME THEY ARE MY SHADOWS FLICKERING IN THE FAINT LIGHT OF AN EMPTY HOUSE WHERE I SLEEP IN THE SPACES YOU LEFT BEHIND


I CRAFTED THE NIGHTMARES FROM THE FRAGMENTS OF OUR CONVERSATIONS THE ONES WE NEVER FINISHED THE WORDS I DID NOT SAY TO MAKE AMENDS THE EMPTY PROMISES THAT DRIFTED THROUGH THE AIR LIKE SOFT STALE BREATHS I MADE THE MONSTERS OUT OF THE HOLLOW GUILT AND THE BLANK STARES THAT MET MY OWN IN THE PAST THEY ARE THE GHOSTS OF OUR ARGUMENTS RERUNNING ON REPEAT THE ECHOES OF HURT I CANNOT ESCAPE THE SCAR TISSUE OF OUR RELATIONSHIP TURNS INTO MONSTERS IN THE CLOSET OF MY MIND I GAVE THEM LIFE AND I WATCH THEM CRAWL OUT EVERY NIGHT


I KEEP FIGHTING THESE CREATIONS OF MY OWN DESIGN THE REPEATED REMINDERS OF HOW I LET YOU DOWN THE PARTS OF MYSELF I SHOVED INTO THE CORNERS OF MY SOUL TO FORGET THEY ARE THE BATTLES I FIGHT IN THE DARK WHERE THE LIGHT NEVER REACHES AND THE BEASTS I BECAME ARE THE REMINDERS OF THE LOVE I LOST THE LOVE I BROKE I HAVE TURNED MYSELF INTO A MONSTER TO FACE THE ONES I MADE TO CHALLENGE THE REFLECTION OF MYSELF IN EVERY SCREAMING FACE THAT WAS ONCE YOURS



John Doe is a Michigan-based poet.

Also by John: My blood is water