I will not rest until I get my hands
On her cold, beating, bloody heart
I will not rest until I see
The life rush out of her eyes
I will not rest until I feel
Her veins and bone against my flesh
Until then I am dying
I am alive and I am dying
Your emotionless irises dig into mine
I cannot break free
I imagine the worst
Your flesh, his flesh, matching
My heart is cluttered with the disease of your actions
My mind is invaded by your disgusting, filthy presence
My teeth gnash at the thought of milky skin against skin of the one I love
How well you know my lover
My cup is empty while yours is full
You cannot feel my pain
Muscles heal;
Souls do not.
I have been trampled on
By the army of your decisions.
You promised, you promised, you promised
You are an addiction
Crawling below the surface of my skin
Itching to be freed into my bloodstream
As I cave, your power over me grows
As I cave, you take me over
As I cave, I become you
You control me
I cannot let you control me
YOU ARE READING
Bare Bones
PoesíaA collection of poems following a personal tale of heartbreak and healing. A note about the layout: Part 1: crave is the beginning. The inner workings of my relationship. The struggle we had with love. Part 2: ache is the breakup. All of the p...
