done

ramble

i'm forcing myself to put
pen to pad
to put salve
on wounds
still open and gaping
bleeding
and
dripping
hurts
pouring
healing is a process
and i know this
healing is a journey
and i have traveled this
pathway
before
doesn't lessen
the cuts and bruises
eye strain
heart sore
of loving you
no longer loving
you
attempting that
living that
hurting
you
so that i can
breath
again
air unfiltered
littered
with accusations
of things
thought but not done
maybe
spoonfed the thin
line between
love and hate
til my gag reflex
rejects you
and this
while my heart
beats slower for you
and this
and my mentals
no longer chime for you
wetness pours
from another source
not you
and I blame
you
for not trusting
believing in us
and this
is where i end us
the final stitch
salve and pain pill
i am done

Reviews

[trinaspen]

your writing style is so clean...no matter what the subject or type of writing...you never use one word too many. what's funny is that although your style is easy to read, i will still catch myself saying "wait, did she really just say that?!" and then i laugh and say "yep, she sure as hell did...."

[TheTattooedPoet]

you have no idea the level that this poem has touched me today.. i feel lik ei was meant to see this

[MichelleSun]

This is tough! You meant every word and that is why I LOVE IT!

[Jay W Valentine]

That was way more than ramble. That was truth. Again, you put things into words in such a way that makes me envious...then again, a certain level of pain has to go along with these words and ergo is the double edged sword. You do justice with these words. If only those hurting you could have justice done as well. I read my own pain in this one.