I remember the first time we met
Cure for the broken heart you were.
Your touch was that of the warmest blanket
Wrapping my whole body
Embrace of an angel.
~~~
It was like we were meant to be
The perfect match.
You made me feel like I was unstoppable
And helped me forget my troubles,
You had gotten under my skin.
~~~
You were my brown sugar
I was your damsel to be rescued.
Two bulls
Breaking China
But it was never going to last.
~~~
At first
You helped me fix my problems,
But before I knew it
You became the cause.
~~~
Putting a wedge between me and my family
Making me lose any feelings of self-worth
A vile poison
Deep in my veins
~~~
Pretty powder
Fed with silver spoons.
Black heart
Stuck under black tar.
~~~
Well I am yours no more
I saw your true colors,
I saw your true nature.
Sickness of the soul.
~~~
You lost your control
When I found that little spark
The one you tried to extinguish in me long ago
The one called hope.
~~~
Took me a while to find it,
You hid it well.
But I am learning to nourish it,
To keep any desire for you at bay.
~~~
Loving myself is unconditional
I don't have to compromise myself to feel my comfort
I don't have to risk hurting the ones I love
For a momentary feeling of bliss.
~~~
Because I now feel that bliss when I close my eyes
And feel in my heart
That for the first time in a long time,
It's me who holds the reins.
~~~
Goodbye Heroin,
May we never speak again.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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Comments (9)
Wow, this was powerful!
Absolutely fantastic poem! The correlation between a physical relationship and one with drugs is all too real and you lay it out so perfectly. Well done
😮The ultimate twist! I'm sure the majority of the readers if not all, felt this was about a significant other. The reveal made it even more powerful! Well done, and hope all is well!
So want to steal these lines "Black heart/ Stuck under black tar."Really so well done and did not see that end coming at all! 🤍
Whoaaaa and here I was thinking you were talking about a guy. I think this is much more difficult to give up and move on from than a guy. You're so freaking strong!
A very exceptional poem . I felt your energy especially learning to love yourself . I have been in narcissistic relationships in my life and finally breathing a breath of fresh air is so nice
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nice🤍
Okay so...this was exceptional. Because I thought this was going to be about a fella...lol. Damn, Tressa. You can write...write so beautifully and emotionally charged. Tough subject, but you handed it with eloquence, grace and fearlessness. Fantastic.