My skin still reeks of you
Your scent lingers on my skin
Your love has taken up residence in my most sacred places
And it won't let go
You won't let go
With the right person by your side
Hell feels like Heaven
I never knew I was trapped in your prison
You pinned me down underneath your fickle love
I begged for your attention and your presence
You gave me just enough to leave me wanting
But you never allowed me my fill
Your love has poisoned me
It has ruined me from ever having another
And I hate you for it
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
This chant is the only thing that gets me through the day
This burning
This aching inside of me is what pushes me out of bed in the morning
Even when I've prayed for death all night
This wickedness, this anger
That you've awakened inside of me
All I feel is rage
All I desire is for your heart to be served to me on a platter
To replace the one you severed from me
To pay for what you took from me
What I've lost
To wash me from your scent
that lingers
on my skin
YOU ARE READING
Spineless
PoetrySilience ( (noun): The kind of unnoticed excellence that carries on around you every day, unremarkably-the hidden talents of friends and coworkers, the fleeting solos of subway buskers, the slapdash eloquence of anonymous users, the unseen portfolio...
