I can't save you. You're all long but gone and your words ache in my head. Replaying all the things you said. But your lips, the ones that haunt me. The ones that cause and took my pain, the ones that I will never see the same again. And those words. The simple but delicate poetry that spilled from your mouth, the same mouth that caused my demise. That rinsed my demons, only to bring them back when you decided you didn't want or need me. Those eyes that played devil's advocate, that influenced all of my decisions in one look and you know that I was only there when my legs were open. So you could get off to the sounds of me breaking, and the feeling of my soul corrupting. Those arms that wrapped around me like snakes, sneaking their way into places they didn't belong. Fingering me like you wanted to polish glass, making sounds like the girls you see online, screaming your name so it'll stop sooner. Your hands do not belong on me. Your mouth will no longer poison my bloodstream and your eyes....will no longer haunt me with the feeling of guilt. So in the end dear, I won't try to save you...not again.
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Words Best Left Unsaid
PoetryLet's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth...
