The force of your
hand when you ram
it down my throat
breaks my jaw - I
can't hope to beg now -
and the way you wrap
your fingers around my
heart and squeeze hurts
almost as much as
you ripping it out
right after.
You hold this dark
red organ, barely beating
in your grasp, and the
blood that now floods
my body feels colder
than your stare - it's
your eyes that first
crippled me - while I
look into those pools
of emotionless blue.
This is what you do
without really doing
such a thing - in all
honesty, your eyes
barely ever meet mine
anymore - everyday when
I try for you and you
turn your back on me.
I lost myself when I
found you, quite
ironic to say the least,
and every turn I play
you break me down,
you take my queen
- checkmate- and
now I've lost the
game that I suggested.
Like a falling star,
I was so pure until
you poisoned the whole
sky - blocked out the
moon, erased the stars -
you took me out with
a smog of all your lies.
I could say you're many
things - a heart breaker
to say the least - but the
more I know about you
only fuels me to outshine
you, show you i am so much
more than just your f*****g
human punching bag...
xxxx