Your verbal
sledgehammer
demolishes me.
Words that crush
all that I am,
all that I thought,
while I try to find
rhyme or reason
for the assault.
-+-
As floods of malice
pour out from wounds
I could not see
in you, from you.
I am broken
beyond repair.
It's only cold now,
now that I see
you no longer care.
-+-
I forgot how
to breath.
I deconstruct
everything I am.
It's no longer of import
why you eviscerated
me with your words,
why you left me
as you did.
In the end
you didn't love me
was what occurred.
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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