I thought I loved you, but I was wrong.
You played me beautifully like a song.
You gave so much pleasure,
but now I know my body is your treasure.
Every night was heavenly fine
until the sun came up and you weren't kind.
Every word you said was rediculous.
You made me feel horendous.
I would rather die in my grave;
trying to overlook the pleasure you gave.
Yet, I stayed by your side.
There was no I could hide,
but now I can't take this pain;
my body being your toy in vein.
I try everyday to get away and run,
sleeping under the spell of the blazing sun.
The last time my eyes saw light again,
I woke to see you with other men.
That night was the worst of my life.
So much hurt was conjured, so I took a knife.
I just held it up and stabbed my heart
because it was broken and that was the worst part.
YOU ARE READING
The Bloody Heart
PoesiaPoetry from my heart, and also songs, that breathe like fluid english language.