If just a drop of blood can stain,
why are your palms not darkened by my pain?
You left my ego bruised and worn,
whilst yours is continuously reborn.
Your arms are full as you've taken your fill,
yet you're always ready for more blood to spill.
Isn't it exhausting to be the shadow looming over our light?
You're the worst horror in the darkness of night.
The nightmares when I finally sleep,
are nowhere near as terrifying as the secrets you keep.
I've conquered oh so many of my phobias & fears
and still my body tenses at your name after all these years.
I've painted layer over layer to erase you from my portrait
yet you keep popping up like a tarot card I always misinterpret.
The buises you marked on my soul may never fade,
but I'm still glad I left...Imagine if I stayed?