My sewn up eyes
Is that supposed to hide what you and I know is their
The stench coming in through your breath like cold air
Is that supposed to heal the pain?
The covers
Are they supposed to hide what you do not wish to face
Sleeping day and night leaving with the same similar bitter taste
Broken glass on the floor is supposed to mean that you deserve to be angry
Angrier than I
Madder than the anger within me
That has been inside me since I met you
With that stench on your breath
Fears you filled with death
Your looks are supposed to be the reason I love you right
Their supposed to mean I can't walk away
Wrong!
I don't
I never will again
Like the look on your face when I left
It means something is dead inside me
And will never live again
About the Creator
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Even our darkest days will see the brightest light. A poet and a person with so much on her mind.
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