Today I hurt the one I Love
our paper union crumpled stood
a broken man yet tears not formed
inside his soul too dead to mourn
He wept all night tho no sound he made
he cut and sliced with long shiny blades
till all the darkness, black and contempt
lay oozing out onto his bed
Now he sits patiently waiting
the screen he screams, wishing, debating
just one message or call anticipated
his eyes burn from the light, praying
Swirling hate and distaste remains
he would end it all if her life would be saved
but her heart now broken and cracked, black as his
can never be saved except without him
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
Today I hurt the one I Love
our paper union crumpled stood
a broken man yet tears not formed
inside his soul too dead to mourn
He wept all night tho no sound he made
he cut and sliced with long shiny blades
till all the darkness, black and contempt
lay oozing out onto his bed
Now he sits patiently waiting
the screen he screams, wishing, debating
just one message or call anticipated
his eyes burn from the light, praying
Swirling hate and distaste remains
he would end it all if her life would be saved
but her heart now broken and cracked, black as his
can never be saved except without him
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