Never Enough: poems and the endless odds

Misguided Lovers

You said your heart,
Was mine to hold.
And then you crept,
Inside my soul.

My lungs,
Gasping for air.
This pain,
Too much to bear.

As tears fled from my eyes,
I feared you'd witness my demise.

This relationship,
A tragedy.
My aching organ,
A fragile thing,
That you had ripped,
Into a million pieces.
Every night,
I pray to Jesus.

I prayed you'd realize,
Your mistake.
And just how much,
You threatened to take.

My thoughts screaming,
Inside my head.
My mind wishing,
I was dead.

Our lips touched,
I felt sparks.
Now I've found out,
That you are dark.

My wounds bleed,
Internally.
Our love only showed,
Virtually.

On our couch,
I now sleep.
My essence is,
Something weak.

You called me a victim,
Of my own despair,
Despite all the time,
You hadn't cared.

Your clammy hands,
Around my neck.
Your beauty,
Or the face of death.