Some days I wonder if you ever truly meant all those things you said like the "I love you's" and the times you'd squeeze my hand so tight my heart would flutter.
Other days I'm strong enough to accept the fact you never meant any of it.
Maybe I was just another body
An object you got to hold in your hungry hands.
We all gotta eat don't we?
Yet I stopped eating because of you
Not because I'm not small enough because we all know I'm just a skeleton living life as if I'm still alive.
but every time you broke me
I refused to live.
I refused to sleep.
I refused to eat.
I didn't want to breathe but I knew that underneath the aching, the bruises, the scars lived a beating heart, my beating heart and I wasn't going to end it for a snake that whispered sweet nothings into me.
Sweetheart I am not for you to devour and throw out.
I am not wrapped up, crumbling, shrinking inside your fist.
I am watching you
Snake
Your spineless body making your way to the old me
But soon
She will be gone.
YOU ARE READING
My poetry
PoetryThis is the poetry that I've deemed good enough to put out into the world, please enjoy and I hope if some of you can relate to it you can find help in this book
