Gifted Darkness
To the man who gifted me my pain
Lightning storms filled our skies,
Stolen kisses behind closed doors.
My best friend wrapped up all in one package,
Our revolving door arguments,
Would last for weeks on end.
Unanswered calls.
Anxiety-filled text messages.
Bills that seemed to tower over our heads.
Broken promises on both of our ends
Sunny rise trailer park trash
That's what we were together.
My forgiving heart was damaged long before
The firestorm of rage between us,
Our shared broken-hearted nights that seemed to never end.
Empty-filled promises.
Broken toys and smashed chair legs,
Burned bridges in the end.
The shattered glass will always surround us.
We each never received a damn thing
Besides a gifted box of darkness.
It was my favourite type of treat.
Ultimately,
I know I broke my own damn heart.
Being the good girl who stayed until the very end.
Chloe Rose Violet
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