The poison kiss

You kissed the wrong lips. Good Bye

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published about a year ago • 1 min read

By George’s Girl 2025

The poison kiss

My lipstick bled. You kissed her, not me.

I tasted the spaces you left behind.

Her name lingers on your lips, mine fades.

I held my silence like a wound.

And you, careless, kept walking away.

I watched your shadow lean into her,

felt the heat that should have been mine.

Every word you whispered to her

echoed like a knife through my chest.

I wanted to shout, to claw, to vanish.

The mirror caught my face, red and raw.

Your touch should have been mine alone.

Instead, it is a memory I cannot erase,

a story written in blood and perfume,

where I am the one who was left behind.

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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