Sunday, November 12, 2017

honeymoon



I watch as you  kindly poured the poison into my open wounds. 
 I drown in your misery, dizzy from calm you chaotically placed on my soul. 
 Already empty, I have no space left for your cunning words. 
 As I hit a high, I feel my heart bound with ache.
 Your tongue slices my shallow skin, bleeding what’s left. 
 I sit in silence wishing I had tears. 
 Numb to the pain, you continue to delicately please your tainted words.
 In the darkness I am left, broken and cold. 
 I have nothing left to give the officer when the gentleman has taken so much.

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