i'm tired
of puking the last bit of what
was left of your venom
you fed me.
the control it must take,
for my brain to be filled
with nonsense lies,
in the form of promises.
as black cobwebs
cover every surface.
you live carefully,
cautiously behind a woman
who would kill you,
in a moment to protect
herself.
but when it came down
to which one of us was
screaming or drowning,
i realized that i was already way
over my head,
as i fell
into my own burning pit of despair.
and as my body slowly
became weightless,
you became the feeling that
gently lingered in like a bad dream.
or a badly drawn tattoo,
that i had gotten when i was at
my lowest.
but i fear that your affects will be permanent,
and that the way that i fight,
is the same as before.
a vicious cycle of violence,
a series of abuse,
because the one that occupied my
heart before,
just couldn't be erased,
until a new flower grew from
my side.
- zmh
YOU ARE READING
drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
