To rid my heart of the jagged, throbbing crack,
I should’ve looked away, should’ve never said hello.
If only I could, I'd take the 'hi' back.
.
Near impossible to show, to neatly unpack
the mess hiding in the wound, hollow.
To rid my heart of the jagged, throbbing crack.
.
It didn’t take long 'til he swung the first smack.
My once-bright visage slowly turned sallow.
If only I could, I'd take the 'hi' back.
.
He’d managed the impossible – turned my heart black.
I pleaded, I screamed, I wept into my pillow.
To rid my heart of the jagged, throbbing crack.
.
He’d done it before, I can tell he had a knack
for making me cover bruises blue, purple, and yellow.
If only I could, I'd take the 'hi' back.
.
Just barely, I escaped before the fatal whack.
Years overdue, I let out an echoing bellow.
To rid my heart of the jagged, throbbing crack.
If only I could, I'd take the 'hi' back.
About the Creator
Cristal S.
I've noticed that when I follow the path I enjoy most, I often end up swimming upstream. So here I am, right in the middle of it – writing about it all and more. ♡
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