we're playing
tug of war
with the strings
of my heart,
like my love
is a game
meant to
be played
rather than
cherished.
you've ran
your fingers
over every
fiber
of my being,
like i were
a sculpture
and you
were a child
who couldn't
refrain
from touching
the art
(the catch is
your eyes
were closed).
you told me
countless times
how beautiful
you thought
i was,
but i guess
that didn't
stop you from
destroying me.
you told me
day after day
how gorgeous
my soul was,
how beautiful
my mind was,
how flawless
the words
i would use
to describe
the feeling
in my gut
when you
touched me
were,
but that
didn't stop you
from playing
with me
as if i were
a board game
sat in the back
of your mothers
closet,
collecting dust
around the frayed
edges.
you played
with the pieces
of my broken heart
as if my mascara
didn't stain
the backs of
your hands
as you did so.
YOU ARE READING
this ones for you
Poetryoh, you know who you are ♕ all my poetry, give credit if used !! disclaimer: i do not self harm and am in no way romanticizing it, depression, or any other mental disorder mentioned. they are horrible mental diseases no fun to fall victim to. trigg...
