My heart beats
to the pounding
of your fists
on the drywall
of my heart.
My veins pulse
to the beating
of your words
on the windows
Of my mind.
My bones rattle
to the slamming
of your body
on the pipelines
of my flesh.
My "house" crumbles
to the exposure
of your soul
on the foundation
of my life.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
My heart beats
to the pounding
of your fists
on the drywall
of my heart.
My veins pulse
to the beating
of your words
on the windows
Of my mind.
My bones rattle
to the slamming
of your body
on the pipelines
of my flesh.
My "house" crumbles
to the exposure
of your soul
on the foundation
of my life.
This isn't my best poem, but that may because it was hard to make words when remembering the pain you have caused me.
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