You cracked me softly,
one touch at a time.
You broke me gently,
one kiss at a time.
You shattered me tenderly,
one glance at a time.
You left me empty,
heavy,
raging with anger,
loathing the me I once loved.
Teary eyes,
a cracked voice,
is how I felt when I said my first goodbye.
But now I type this with rage,
with disappointment,
with questions of the reality we had,
the reality I'm ready to forget.
I blame me,
for letting you in,
for submitting to the control you had over me.
Your grasp around me,
so tight,
that even now,
I don't know if I'll ever be able to escape.
But at least now,
I'm broken pieces,
fragments,
gripped in your hands.
It's easier to slip through.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
