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Jul 2012
I've ruined happiness,
once again blown a hole between us.
Burns and cinders,
until sides are known.
We all wait until the smoke clears,
and again I stand alone.
Watch as you turn your backs,
for the last time.
I can't fix this wound,
anger holds it open,
peels off the scab to reveal what we are.
Alone,
in darkness I try to find my way.
I'll make it out alive,
my body and mind scarred with the words that had to be said.

I fight against my own walls,
try to break free,
try to trust,
to love.
I've been broken too many times,
used,
lied to,
forgotten.
I'm nothing.
Forgive me,
forget me.
Simple.
Heather Anne Cramer
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Heather Anne Cramer
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