Slam Poem [The Dragon] NEED FEED BACK

Gagging it down
I wore a smug smile
You had painted onto me.

I did this for you.

Only you.

Like war paint,
Ready for battle,
The glowing red
Tip of the cigarette...

The glowing red tip,
I remember that.

Burning brightly,
Ash grey stains
Colored your clothes.

It was mesmerizing.

Almost as mesmerizing
As your eyes,
when they shimmered with amusement.

You made me feel like
A little baby.

Calling me ‘Baby girl’
You only called me that when I was acting childish.

Your smoky voice,
Haunting me.

While I choked and almost threw up,
You guzzled everything down,
With ease.

Must’ve had a lot of practice,
Eh?

You,
you... were a dragon.
The dragon.

Your smooth scales glimmered
Under the moonlight – a creature of the night –
While we danced under your perfectly carved wings.

A pyro.

Dangerously playing with fire
Dancing with the devil,
In a silk red dress that hugged you tightly
Under the black light.

I was merely a
Demented, one-winged
Freak.

You gracefully stomped,
Crushing
Burning
Destroying my mental walls.

The city I built to be safe,
I called home.
To keep me from people like you.

I had met you that night at the concert.
I don’t remember much,

I’ll tell you what I do remember,
I remember you.

Taking my hand,
Your body was smoke,
Gracefully twisting, turning, around me.

Your scent
Engulfed me.

I had always liked music.

Yet the shrieks in the car,
As we sped down the dark blue highway,
Over powered it.

You had shown me a different tune.

Striking my broken, dusted piano keys,
And I slid my fingers across your broken guitar strings,
We made music together.

And it wasn’t always perfect
But we did.
And it was beautiful
In my eyes.

As we knocked
on the drums.

Our bodies
Moving
Grooving
Becoming one with the music.

I could feel it,
From my core
Moving like fog
Across a deserted road.

Letting our dreams
Shatter along with the bottles
On the concrete.

Leaving it all behind.

Just like you had taught me to do.

“Fuck, stop crying,
You big baby.”

Your words gripped me,
While I was on the side of the road,
Blowing my brains out,

Jack Daniels and Taco Bell,
Surging from my belly.

Bleeding oceans from my eyes.

I wanted to hate you,
I wanted to hate you
for what you had turned me into,

But I didn’t want to stop...
So I kept going...

That summer
We became neon signs.

We became
Dragons.

Creatures of the night.

Burning brightly
in the black of night.

powerful emotions...i feel like i can kinda relate to this a little bit maybe. I've done stuff for certain people in my life that just ripped me to pieces. its ok, though. there's always room to heal.

Thanks love, means a lot