my life consists of needing mirrors
to remind myself
that I am not invisible
you have taken parts of me
and thrown them away without question
without regret.
the ease with which you let me go
echoes within me
like a **** you" spoken in church
a crack on the pane
of the room's only window.
you were not a liar
but you made yourself one
and I say that I do not hate you
because I've forgiven you
but you made that a lie also
you shaped it so that the reason for my lack of hate
is that I can no longer bring myself to care.
I will smile when I see you
because you can no longer hurt me.
your apathy shook me
like an antique chandelier
just before it crashes to the ground
and the fact that you read my poetry
and feel nothing
makes me shiver
you are cold.
you are the corpse frozen in indifference
a dead heart pumping the liquid
of fake tears.
you look and move like you used to
but I can see the stitches in your skin
the glassy, empty, gaze in your eyes
you are a monster
but I am no longer afraid.
I drop my torch and pitchfork
and watch you
destroy all the things that we built.
I raise my palms
and warm myself by the fire.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:29 AM UTC
my life consists of needing mirrors
to remind myself
that I am not invisible
you have taken parts of me
and thrown them away without question
without regret.
the ease with which you let me go
echoes within me
like a **** you" spoken in church
a crack on the pane
of the room's only window.
you were not a liar
but you made yourself one
and I say that I do not hate you
because I've forgiven you
but you made that a lie also
you shaped it so that the reason for my lack of hate
is that I can no longer bring myself to care.
I will smile when I see you
because you can no longer hurt me.
your apathy shook me
like an antique chandelier
just before it crashes to the ground
and the fact that you read my poetry
and feel nothing
makes me shiver
you are cold.
you are the corpse frozen in indifference
a dead heart pumping the liquid
of fake tears.
you look and move like you used to
but I can see the stitches in your skin
the glassy, empty, gaze in your eyes
you are a monster
but I am no longer afraid.
I drop my torch and pitchfork
and watch you
destroy all the things that we built.
I raise my palms
and warm myself by the fire.
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