TRANQUILITY : Collection Of Poems

Aftertaste

The bitter aftertaste came when you said 

You're leaving, left a nasty tasty in my mouth

Part of me felt like a weight had been lifted off and another deep down inside did not want you to go

I sat in the middle of the floor 

Pissed as I seen blood in the water and your flesh on my new velvet white carpet

If you wanted to leave then you should have said so earlier. 

I wiped my blood soaked blade as I placed it back inside my pocket. 

Tomorrow will be better no longer does my tongue have a bitter aftertaste.