THE BEGINNING OF THE END
The beginning of the end
Started as a conversation.
A simple conversation over
Discarded wires and zip-ties.
You told me that my pain was valid,
Even if someone may have had it worse.
Like thinking you're inhaling air when it's really water,
Those words were shocking. Stunning.
The beginning of the end
Was a stolen first kiss on the ghost of a musical set.
We were timidly bold,
Knowing the forbidden nature could get us in trouble.
Your lips I've frequently described as twine and silk;
Binding and smooth, an entrancing combination.
Those lips have seen such horrors
That even now, I shudder thinking about.
The beginning of the end
Was in the small things.
The red velvet brownies I would make just for you,
Despite the fact that it was a 2-hour undertaking.
The feeling of your hand pressing
My head to your chest was familiar.
Your experienced hands had a way of making
Safety fall upon my shoulders like a warm blanket on a cold day.
The beginning of the end
Was going off to college.
The distance could've been the length
Of the Great Wall of China.
It wore on us.
We grew as humans, as people do.
Every summer I came home to you,
But it was a different person who welcomed me each time.
The beginning of the end
Was the fights we had.
I was on the back-burner of your life,
You were slowly growing exhausted with the loose strings on my hastily sewn life.
The tension grew, like the vines of a beanstalk.
It simmered, like a pot about to boil over.
We had been seeing plastic masks for so long that
We couldn't tell the difference between those and each other's flesh.
The beginning of the end
Was a 4-word sentence.
It shattered my heart, and I still can't find every piece.
"We need to talk."
06.22.2014 – 02.03.2018
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Picking Up The Pieces
ПоэзияAn anthology of poems written by me. The uploads will be in 2 parts. The Before is part 1, and The During and The After will be part 2. This is the story of my recovery from PTSD, An Eating Disorder, and Sexual Assault.
