Timidly, I let my feet touch the ground
With hesitation, I embrace the day
Your words are like acid in my open wounds
Don’t you see them?
lines of shame
veins to drain the evil within
mirrors of toughened tissue
that had no other choice
jagged attempts
you pour into me
sugar sweet, now bitter
it stings
stop hurting me
my heart
aches
i hate you
don't leave me
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
Timidly, I let my feet touch the ground
With hesitation, I embrace the day
Your words are like acid in my open wounds
Don’t you see them?
lines of shame
veins to drain the evil within
mirrors of toughened tissue
that had no other choice
jagged attempts
you pour into me
sugar sweet, now bitter
it stings
stop hurting me
my heart
aches
i hate you
don't leave me
allusion to Hal Straus and Jerold Jay Kreisman's book
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