In the Ruins

You blamed me for ruining you. 

But ruin is something you haven't known.

How would it feel to ruin you?

My fingertips running down your back

as I pierce through your skin,

searching for the beat.

If I grip on your heart and tear it out.

How would it feel?

That's the way I felt, on that cold concrete

crying as you told me you just weren't  

happy anymore. 

When you asked me not to cry, as if it 

shouldn't hurt.

As the air barely reached my lungs

my hands ripping through my throat.

How would it feel if I reached inside

and showed you what you did to me.

I know you thought it hurt.

But I can show you pain,

when you left me on my own.

Drowning in my horrid thoughts.

When you told me you'd be fine if I died. 

How would it feel if you actually knew

real pain? 

Real ruin.

k.y

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