Words are but words
But they hurt like knives
Dug in my skin
Straight to the bone
Where you resideYou'd think I'd be used to this
I remember the first time
You said you loved me
I swear I saw a spark in your eyes
But maybe they reflected mine
Because I fell for you
Not just head over heels
But months of dread
Wishing to be dead
Than to see you
In the arms of anotherAnd I shouldn't have trust you
Not one bit
I fell through that ice once
This was thinner
And I was weighed down
With the doubt and fear
But you know I was right as rain
Not to trust you with my heart
And I tried so hard
But you still have it
Pulsing, bleeding in your hands
And you're trying to put it back
But you're no surgeon
You can't mend what you've done to me
With some novocaine and anesthetics
Not enough stitches in the word
To mend the wounds you placed in me
Lacerated me with your own two handsI just want to forget how you made me feel
At least when I was with you
I felt a sense of meaning
Purpose
But oh my god it's gone again
I don't know how to function
You shined the gears in me
Kept me running smooth
And now that you've abandoned me
Yet againThere is rust inside of me
From the salty tears I shed for you
Over and over again
Make up in a constant stream down my cheeks
Lapping at my eyes like waves on the shore
Burning hotter than the sun
You once were
It's grown so cold without you here
But I guess I better settle in
After a while I go numb
It's better off like this
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Mourning Skies
RandomDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts