you, you didn't try to hurt me,
you'd never try to,
but when you said those words
i had no choice but to push and bury them beneath my skin.
and even with the apologies
that i tell you aren't necessary,
you can't reel the words back
into your mouth and pretend
nothing happened.
and afterwards,
after i had already
punched and pinched and
sliced those words out of me,
you told me it was okay.
you weren't mad,
though you should have been.
i should have been.
YOU ARE READING
desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
