She's tearing me apart
Even when I'm not around
She could be miles apart
And I can still be bruised
By her hateful words
She says I'm drowning
In the poison
Making me blind
When in reality
I was drowning in the light of the darkness of both of your wicked hearts
Words fall from your poisoned tongues, dripping like honey
Sticking to my skin
Leaving a bitter taste in each mouth wherever you land
the lies wrapped in a sweet and bitter disguise
People either fall and rise in your presence,
Each one of them persuaded by your tongue and not by what is true
The story you tell is wicked and cruel and harms each that's involved
And yet you act as though you've done nothing wrong
Somehow you've twisted the narrative in your favor Somehow you are the victim and I am the oppressor
But we both know the truth That you're serpent in this tale, seeking palpable minds
Shaping their views of you into the hero's
How I wish you would change and decide to stand by me and not her
If I asked, would you?
Or would you fail me once again as you always have?
Will I ever see the old you, the one I loved?
The one I couldn't tear myself apart from?
But no
You'll never return
You left long ago
And I don't expect you'll ever return
Daddy, how I wish you would return to me and be the man I want you to be
I don't want to let you go
But I think I might have to
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken Truths
PoetryThis poetry collection delves into the silent battles we face, the emotions we rarely voice, and the experiences that shape our identities. Each poem serves as a mirror, reflecting my innermost thoughts and vulnerabilities. From heartache to hope, I...
