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Mar 2021
I thought it was mean, but I guess it was true
He burned down the bridge, but claimed it was you
I still recall, the blurred window view,
Aching and frozen, with nothing to do.

I wasn't battered; not beat black and blue,
But I cried out your name after it was through.
He smirked as he joked; said you'd laugh if you knew
That I had been used by not one man, but two.

I'm never plastic, but melt in the flames
I'm tired of crying, and tired of games.
I don't want pancakes at 3am,
I don't want to hold your hand.

I wasn't battered; not beat black and blue,
But I cried out your name after it was through.
He smirked as he joked; said you'd laugh if you knew
That I had been used by not one man, but two.

You can pretend that I've lied, so you like who you are
But I'm gonna have my first taste of EMDR.
You can go put those improv skills to good use,
Or you can listen to the email I sent, is that enough proof?

I wasn't battered; not beat black and blue,
But I cried out your name after it was through.
He smirked as he joked; said you'd laugh if you knew
That I had been used by not one man, but two.

Think I want power? As if I need a crown.
You called me a monster, you made me a clown.
So thanks for the comic, but no comments please.
The real plague was you, and I'm sick of disease.
You didn't deserve the card that I wrote, the tears from my eyes, or the words from my throat. You didn't deserve all that I gave to you. You blamed me for things that I couldn't do. (just about 2 weeks from a year ago)
Kaliya Skye
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Kaliya Skye  24/F/California
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