Write me a song,
Compose me a melody.
Tell me a story
That will touch my heart.
Play me a note that will make my tears flow.
Let me feel the sorrow I've buried over the years.
Let the love I've lost,
Be remembered.
And let the blood,
I've shed,
Not be shed in vain.
Write your lines,
Upon my wrists.
With the blade that has stabbed my mind.
Watch with me,
As my blood flows in dark streams,
And pools upon the floor,
As I lay still.
Do you feel accomplished yet?
Are you proud that I've killed myself for you?
Your words,
Echoing in my head and mind...
Reminding me of the bittersweet love.
Slowly,
Breaks down my will to fight.
Your actions,
Tear up my veins,
As I fight to get off this cross,
You have hung me on.
Being forced to watch my Love walk-away,
I can feel every person,
Tearing at my chest cavity with their razor sharp nails.
Searching for my shredded heart.
But...
No matter how deep they claw me,
They won't find it.
Because,
It isn't there...
Not anymore.
I had given it up,
So that you could live.
Yet you used it,
And traded it for another heart.
Selling me on the black market.
You gave me up so willingly,
Watching as I was stabbed with needles.
Being tortured and bled,
As they injected me with poisons.
As the poison spread,
My heart absorbed it.
Loving the pain that came with every drop.
I craved it more,
As it slowly stopped the beating of my heart.
The meaning of life,
Escaped me.
And I gave up.
Cause there wasn't a reason to live,
Not anymore...
Not after you.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
