Poem for the Noose You Tied Around My Neck

It's November and my bones are already brittle. I feel them snap and splinter underneath my skin every time I pull myself out of bed.

I remember last November when my bones felt like thick branches that bloomed flowers in paths that led me to you. I don't feel that kind of warmth and depth anymore. My heart is an ice sculpture on a ledge and my lungs are shriveled up like September's leaves, and the last time I felt blood rush through my veins was right before you promised me it would end. That we would end.

You are a man of your word.

That's why she loves you so much. You don't make her promises that you both know she'll cry over when they're broken. You keep her bed sheets clean and you don't smear her eyeliner on one of your bad days. She deserves you.

We all know that my soul is a home you couldn't afford to rent. The repair is a load too heavy and the upkeep is far worse. You wouldn't know what to do with yourself when Jack Frost came to your town.

So you can imagine how tough it is to be forced into staying here. To hold the deed in your hand and be obliged to sign your name.

And what hurts the most is that you had more of a grip on me than I ever did on you.

So why is it so hard to let you go?

Author's Note

I'm always writing about the same person haha.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

I can taste the pain and feel the hurt...
These things are always so hard...takes a while doesn't it..?...but..(no comfort here)..you write from the heart and that makes better reading for us.
Good job
Scott