NO MORE

The first time that I've been successful in writing with anger, frustration and true feeling instead of being sad.

LOOKS like first love, pure, innocent and loving, 

what a bull s**t façade were we, 

how did I not see. 

SMELLS like cigarettes, drugs, alcohol, your sweat, 

they’ll forever churn my stomach in recognition. 

Remind me of the arse that you are. 

SOUNDS like manipulation, put downs,

lies and smothered cries, 

that I no longer, have to f*****g hear. 

TASTES like salty tears, iron laden blood and defeat, 

that I will never let happen again over a prick like you. 

FEELS like hands squeezing my throat tight, broken bones, bruises, 

holding my face down, as you force your way in. 

I hope you f*****g rot in hell.