I step out the front door, and am greeted by a world, gray as the ashes of the home behind me
I close the door behind me, tempted to look behind me just in time to see the curtain fall
But I don't, I steer my eyes away from the ruins of what once was a safe havenYou ruined my home, as you ruined me, just once too many
My heart feels ten sizes too large, pounding through my broken ribs
Breaking anything in it's way while trying to get the blood flowing again
Only to realize the blood is flowing away through the hole you punched through my stomach last night
Ounces flowing away, from my body down to the pavement
I know you saw the gaping hole, my hurting heart, my aching soul
But what shattered everything that still kept me together was when you looked awayNot a single bit of recognition, as if I were already dead to you
Before even giving me the chance to bleed to death at your feetYou've been done with me from the moment you met me, yet remain by my side
But I don't know what it is you want from me besides empty company
You keep me near, but shove me away whenever you don't have to restrain me
As if you only want me when I'm trying to walk away
But would you stop me from going if I ever tried to leave?
Something inside me tells me you'd watch me walk, while just smiling and waving
But something wonders if you'd follow me and grab my hand
Pleading me not to go, telling me you love me
The only thing keeping me from actually walking, taking my stuff and running
Is the look in your eyes when I can actually see that you love me
In those moments I forget why I'm holding a bag
And why I'm holding the doorknob, one foot out the door
Every time I try to tell you what you're doing to me, you turn the tables on me
Leaving me feeling guilty, for making you break my heartEverything is my fault, my heart shouldn't break
When I put it in your hand and watch you squeeze
But after every single time, watching it break under your pressure
I lost one of the pieces, right in the centerI have looked everywhere, but it's nowhere near us
It probably scattered somewhere, rolled under the couch or something
But you refuse to help me look, for it's my own damn fault
Go find my missing puzzle piece by myself, that's not your jobYour job is not to make me happy, but your hobby is to hurt me
Leaving me picking up the pieces, but it's still my own fault
Your revenge isn't sweet, it is bitter as the look on your face
When you look me in the eyes, throw my heart on the floor and stomp on it
Your eyes dead and cold as I writhe in pain, not fazed by my hurt
Turning away before I can beg you to stop
Your once warm heart replaced with a block of ice
Cold, unforgiving and relentless, like a hungry dog with a bone
You bite into me and rip me to pieces
Leaving me bleeding on your floor, cursing me for making a messYou treat me like a dog that threw up on your carpet
Grabbing me by the hair and rubbing my face in it, punishing me
Never once wondering why my stomach turned on me
Not once realising your fist hit me hard enough to make me sick
Now I stand here, no home left to go to
For you have burned all my bridges behind me preventing me from coming back
You never stopped to think of the fact that my bridge led to our home
Burning every chance of me coming back, for there is nothing leftBut you probably don't even care, for in your opinion, I don't need a home
I am but your pet, sent to a corner of the room when you're done cuddling
Begging you for attention, you just shoo me until I go awayKnowing I'll come as soon as you call me
But I won't get far, even when I try to run, for I have lost too much
Too much blood, too many pieces, too many homes, too much love
I know I'll collapse right here on the curb, where you left me standing
Your face being the last thing crossing my mind, guilt being my last feeling
I am sorry you caused me so much pain, it was my own fault
I know you didn't mean to, but still let my heart break when you squeeze itI am sorry the hole you caused made me bleed to death
I know I asked for it, I know I deserved it
YOU ARE READING
Between summer days and thunderstorms
PoesíaThese are poems, it's not a book! These short ones come from the dephts of my heart, and reflect what I go through. Some days are harder than others, as they are for any of us. I use my fantasy to write about it, and numb the pain a bit. I hope you...