Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled (c. unknown, but probably 2001/2002 considering the subject matter)

You pierce my skin with your icy gaze

I pierced my nose in a creative streak

Painted my body with butterflies and ivy

You stole my glory for a cheap high

Now I’m low

stuck in the hole

we dug together

and I’m the one treading water

while you’re still on thin ice, laughing

The knives you use to kill are killing me

Notes:

Lots of mixed metaphors on this. Don’t ask me how I can be both in a hole  (that I dug) and treading water. This isn’t about ice fishing but about a bad news boyfriend I had sophomore year of college.