Your eyes cloud over with
What might be indecision,
For a moment.
But then you plunge the knife into
My chest
Anyway.
All the way to the hilt.
You look away because you
can't stand to stare in the face
A creature so wounded by
your words.
You can't look me in the eyes
when I am the blood of all the others
You have killed.
My bitter, scornful face staring back at you.
Spitting blood in
Dying, sputtering breaths-
Same as your heart.
I am supposed to love you but
I think I have a case of Stockholm syndrome
I still
Reach for you, and
tell myself never again when you
Cut off my fingers.
But I claw my way back, through blood soaked dirt.
Deluding myself into thinking you'll love me again
Like you used to.
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
