My heart is trapped
Tapped by your venom
Cut with your idioms of imitation love
You were never capable of anything
Other than plunging your dagger deep within
Severing my veins of love, compassion, and self-worth
My spirit cried for you,
My heart sang for you,
Your eyes burned an inferno of kerosine
Calling mine beautiful
I was your magical creature
And you were my devil
You were an artist, carving
An intricate design of yourself on me
Cauterizing yourself within who I am
Just let me freeze
One day of being who I want without you
Never again do I want to see your face
Spelling your name in poems
Wishing you would disappear
I wish you nothing but...
My personal hell
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
My heart is trapped
Tapped by your venom
Cut with your idioms of imitation love
You were never capable of anything
Other than plunging your dagger deep within
Severing my veins of love, compassion, and self-worth
My spirit cried for you,
My heart sang for you,
Your eyes burned an inferno of kerosine
Calling mine beautiful
I was your magical creature
And you were my devil
You were an artist, carving
An intricate design of yourself on me
Cauterizing yourself within who I am
Just let me freeze
One day of being who I want without you
Never again do I want to see your face
Spelling your name in poems
Wishing you would disappear
I wish you nothing but...
My personal hell
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