WringedA Poem by K.P.H.Mverb; to squeeze or twist especially so as to make dry or to extract moisture or liquidYour love tasted sickly sweet over my lips, You poured over me like warm honey, Covering every inch of my body, And I thought to myself how could anyone love me like you, Because I didn’t. And my lips said no, but you thought that meant go. My cries feel on your deaf ears, And I was left in tears. You consumed me, Ripped me to my flesh and bones, And used me, Until there was nothing left. And you stood there grinning, Blood dripping down your chin, But I just felt chagrin. I pour wine over the mess you made, Just to feel anything at all, But that just made me want to fall, Back into missing you. I wish I didn’t feel used, I wish I didn’t fall victim to your kind smile, I wish I didn’t feel nothing at all. I see you have moved on, Glowing across the world, While I bleed out, Through my patched up seems.
And now that I’m nothing new, Beaten, broken and used, How can I go back to who I used to be? You made me dull in places where I used to shine. You made me lose my light, You made me lose my mind. And I’m left picking up the pieces, And I’m hoping the mosaic equals peace. Because the last thing I want to do, Is to be turned into you. © 2022 K.P.H.MFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on August 10, 2022 Last Updated on August 10, 2022 Tags: me too, sa awareness, winter, toxic relationship, sh awareness AuthorK.P.H.MMTAboutA romantic cynic for who poetry is an escape and healing. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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