Poems: Dying relationships

SET ME FREE

Kill me, stab me;

Gut me, bleed me;

Set me free,

Finally.

Stop this torture;

Break my heart.

Be steady, be sure,

Tear us apart.

Rip us asunder;

Let’s be done with this game.

Be the storm, be the thunder;

And I’ll be the same.

THE STORM

Shhh, be quiet and still.

It all means nill.

It’s happening already,

The storm comes; be steady.

Here comes the knave,

Crashing down on the wave.

Laughing at the storm he made,

Lying about the role he played.

Here comes the wind blowing,

All the time knowing,

The storm she stirred,

Left all unheard.