Wednesday, May 6, 2020

The Last Thing I'll Ever Write For You.



i wrote a poem just for you.


i am spilling over with hate.
spitting the words out 
through mouthfuls of blood.


you are dinner plates shattered across the bedroom floor

burned blossoms of yesterday

sad sleepless nights

and an unfortunate memory.


i see the paint across your mouth, 
trying to cover all of your scars.
grief tied itself around your neck 
tightening every day 
as it creeps 
across 
your 
skin.


those thousands of hearts howling at night...none are for you..


ripped flesh--ribs pried open--heart crushed


remember this
when your wounds stop hurting 
you shouldn't fall in love. 


stay lonely.


your aches i no longer want to accommodate.
your voice at the back of my head, 
whispering, "how could you?"


easily, 
"fuck you."


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