My Poems

Someone I used to love

I thought of you every night I went to bed
Your beautiful words inside my head
And with a quick slice, a knife cut through
Through paper thin skin and bruises of purple and blue, with lines of red and splotches of blood, I swore to God that I would never be gentle again. Being gentle allowed you to destroy me and you did as I had predicted. You tore my flesh and ripped out my heart as payment for my love. And I let you.
I was in love with your words and your ability to control me like a puppet. You held my strings, you made me believe that there was no such thing as a God and that there was only you. Oh, how I fear life and love, death and hatred is what I embrace now. You broke me, so, I'll break you.
(1:23 Am, January 22nd 2017)