he
his name once tasted so sweet
it tasted like the stars i longed to meet
it tasted like the melted chocolate
coating his throat
i didn't notice
when that chocolate began to burn
his eyes were so dark
i thought they contained universes
i thought they held worlds
i thought they held my heart
his eyes were so dark
but i lost myself in that darkness
and i fell
a breathless fall
he left me ruined
it's still my fault
he wanted me
he needed me
it made him feel good
i made him feel good
maybe because i was the pain
he had suffered through
and he was painting me in his scars
leaving my mind in shattered pieces
twisting me into a tangled pattern
that resembled his own
he said i was the reason for the scars on his wrists
i never told him he was the reason for mine
for him, i killed myself
i killed myself to be his doll
he burned me, cut me, beat me
until i was black and blue
underneath my skin
where no one could see he was pulling loose
all of my seams
and if he came back to me
if he grabbed my wrists
which he left so sore
if he grabbed my heart
which he left so fragile
if he grabbed me
which he had left so broken
i would fall apart in his hands
and he would ruin me
all over again
i would let it happen
just for him
don't let anyone hurt you like this. It's not your fault. you deserve so much better. you deserve to feel loved. you deserve to be treated like you are so precious, because i promise you are.
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lovely | poetry
PoetrySometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and star...
