i hated you much
from the very beginning
from the very start
i pushed my feelings away
like a ghost in the dark
i shoved it in the closet
without fear
without pain
i put it away
with lock and key
all my strength and
all my hate
hid in the shadows with the dark
i tried to care for you
but they poked me in the back
i was blissfully under
your faint love and twisted words
kept me going
the warmth creeped on my skin
i was blissfully unaware
they stabbed me
one, two, three...
they counted
it killed me to know you sat and watched
clapping them on
hugging me and telling me everything's okay
it's not
was it ever?
you turned back
hands full of my blood
your creepy smile
the last thought
as i fell blissfully unconscious.
-b
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queued thoughts
Poetrymy lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.