i have deceived myself
a million times in
believing i can swallow back
the cutthroat memories
of you
i bluntly decline when they ask me to
retell my story with you
our story,
that merely betrays my words
and playback like a faulty cassette player
that skips to parts that
break me most.
behind the scenes footages
flashing moments of me
cowering in a pile of my own
debris
clutching the phone with
your last message stabbing my gut
i realize i am seizing up in miniscule fits
in the exact same position
it is cruel how one thought
trails to another
and in the blink of an eye
i physically strip and
tear from your
filthy ways of
infliction.
the bitter taste of iron in my
mouth when i
threw up blood and
poured out pain through
my eyes
for you.
i bluntly decline retelling
stories of you
while they constantly ruin
me from within
never stops.
i am a mutated piece
of permanence
violated and signed more than once
by you.
it's not going away
it's not fucking going away.
the time you walked away and i pathetically lowered myself to fit under your scale the nights i tore myself open and bled dry your
voice your
skin
your ruthless appetite
to taste me when i was
at my weakest
your laugh the
ugly sarcasm you named love and
filled me with
until i exploded
inwards.
it's not fucking going away.
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