I can hear you knocking.
Not on my door,
But on my mind.
I close my eyes.
Cover my ears,
Trying to resist your sweetness,
Cause underneath you hide,
Your true motives.
I dig my nails into bed sheets.
I'm splintered, broken,
Trying to use glue on my soul,
Putting myself back together,
Piece by shattered piece.
You told me you would never hurt me,
Yet the bruises on my body tell that your lying.
But those don't compare to the bruises you left on my heart.
It bleeds every time it beats.
My mind is swarmed,
Of all the promising things you whispered in my ear.
They were lies, all lies.
As I sit on my bed I feel as though I'm being ripped apart at the seams.
I lay down and hold myself.
Slowly unraveling in my own hands..
~P.S.