Satin sheets stained in red and black.
Pillows ripped and torn in frustration.
Frames broken on the floor
And pieces of glass at my feet,
Telling me you think you know how it feels.
You left me here, lying in my pool of sorrows,
For me to drown; to suffocate in my loss.
My suicide to help rid you of your guilt
And to put me out of my misery,
Saying this is the best way to end it.
The constant labels racing through my mind:
Bastard. Asshole. Fucking son of a bitch.
Betraying my own body's sanctuary
And leaving without a single hint of a tear.
Not one last breath saved for us.
Words have been lost in an engulfing black hole.
Broken thoughts; Scarred minds.
Murdered dreams; Shattered hearts.
A disappearance of the heavens
In the eyes of a single saint.
Confused minds lose precious time,
And you feared what was already yours.
Wrapped in your own self indulgence,
Consumed in your selfishness,
Wincing at the first sight of love.
Lying down with one eye on the door,
A hand rests on my chest.
A nail drags across my skin.
Sudden doubts poisoning me.
A feeling unfamiliar to the soul.
I haven't said my farewells,
Yet you said nothing at all
While saying everything at once.
And soon I'll be just a memory,
A once treasured thing.
Lips have bled the words
Your pride hungered for;
Raped of my value.
Oh, your strange definition
Of True love and beauty.
~T
