I doesn't take much

it begins like a slow rush

a rotting feeling in the gut

a picture

a name

and there you are

making my eyes bleed again

it's been months

I should be able to stop shaking

stop loving you for everything

you weren't 

my mind becomes weak

and tender to the touch

you used to be

a softness I'd forgotten I was capable of

but now all I know

is fire under the skin

a bitter sadness 

I sink my body in

whenever I feel like 

hating myself again

my hands created so many beautiful things

but my mind destroyed them all

and told me

they were never worth existing

Reviews

[K. Louis]

emotionally deep poem...i know this feeling...takes time to heal...love the honesty

[thespaceinmybed]

thank you, true it takes a very very long time