I found death at the tips
of your fingers Laced in a box of forget-me-nots with knots that strangled my sanctity Bending me backwards into hell with wings that resembled horns And my flesh burned red at your touch Perhaps you could say my soul was on fire As you scorched me Taunted me Changed me into some form of prostitute Gagging on the reflexes of your heart Spitting up the emotional bastard seeds you planted in my belly Regurgitating madness to some insane rhythm of hearts bombarding chests And I never understood why I could never understand what was so catastrophic about you loving me Even when I died for your sins on a bed shaped like a crucifix A crown of thorns adorning my logic Nails piercing and transforming my feelings into awkward positions And I died for you every time you said I love you and didn’t mean it Every time you left the stench of possibility on my flesh Every time you split open my chest And walked away when I needed you But your concern shared a bed with another Leaving me alone in the lion’s den to fend for myself But I have never seen anyone win a battle with love alone Yet, apparently, you didn’t care You watched me rot there Insides poked and prodded like a crack addict in the alley of the dead You watched my tongue cripple in tears Folding around the words I couldn’t bring myself to speak You watched me in my weakest hour Witnessed me being devoured And not once did concern move you to ask why You murdered me from the inside out… And watched me die © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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