She meant everything she said
in the heat of the moment,
trying to be cogent,
I warned her that
words are potentially potent.
She's very well spoken,
presence is omnipotent,
her demeanor was misfit,
eyes wet and fluorescent,
she interjects, "But I never meant it".
"I hate you" managed to hiss
from her heavenly lips,
even when she's livid,
she's as enchanting as an eclipse.
She said, "You're better off dead",
when I heard that I shivered,
my voice quivered,
her haunting words still linger
inside my head.
I could tell she was lament,
but I couldn't fall for her tricks,
for all it takes is one hypnotic kiss
to send me plummeting
back into her blissful abyss.
I know that truth is a
tough pill to swallow,
at first we shined as bright as Apollo,
then you wandered away from the chariot,
making our blossom of love somber.
I look up at the therapist,
this is the thanks I get?
For being a good man to
a woman so belligerent?
"Without a doubt,
I know it feels good to let
it all out, but let's
flip the script and
hear it from the horse's mouth."
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4/28/23
8:20 PM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
