The screams, in my mind
can't be drowned out.
This war, that I fight
is still here, and now.
I feel, where you touched me
everyday and night.
It's something, I have to live with
you weren't half the fight.
I fell, down to my loss
and saw my own death.
You, loomed near
intimidating, material, intent.
What I lost, you stole from me
and you feel no remorse.
Your actions, of justifiable consequence
were beaten into that floor.
The weapon, of your choosing
is ultimately your last defense.
Your reasons, your logic
makes no sense.
I'm sorry, you did this
you brought it on yourself.
I want, to fuck you with knives
so you know how I felt.
YOU ARE READING
Identical Hearts
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that I've written over the years. Stories of survival, love and loss, heartbreak and heartache. Keep reading they get better with time..
