I wish you could learn to love
Without leaving a bruise.
I want to tell someone
I'm the one you abuse.
But when I see your broken heart
I wonder if I'm just your release.
So I'll cover the cuts and scars
Until they cease.
But that one day you said
"Don't tell a soul"
I began to notice
The light that you stole.
When I didn't return
You begged and you cried.
So the day I returned
Was the day that I died.
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
AcakDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts