I raise a glass to you
A swift salute to the pain and torment you gave
Does it feel good to know you broke me
That innocence once lost can never be found
That the light in my eyes has taken a decade to come back?
I raise this glass to you
For teaching me that I am weak within the storm
I was so niave to believe that I could be safe
Hands on skin, nails in my hair, blood on the floor
Always here, always there - never gone, never forgotten
The glass in my hand has run dry
I hear it splinter against the wall as my last salute to you is done
If you were here now would you recognise me?
Would you know the scars upon my skin done by and because of you
I am here and I am learning every day to accept the truth
That it wasn't my fault that night
I have been altered for the rest of my life by the consequences of you
Yet I feel at times your cruelty has made me stronger
I am no longer innocent but I am still me
I am better than you I have people who see and accept me for me
You in turn have nothing but the memories to haunt you
I hope when you close your eyes you hear my screams
That they stay with you till your last breath
For they never leave me as I close my eyes
You have become a part of me
Something I never asked for that night
I did not know you but you found the need to know every inch of me
I raise the bottle now... I hope it chokes you.
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Puisi'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...