I find myself lost in
your old poems,
searching
for some meaning
kept hidden within
those messages
you left for me,
but I find
no feelings,
just feeding
me hate contained
in lip gloss smeared words
disguised as love.
Was I so blinded
by the light of day
that I didn’t see
the cold night pouring in?
The way the flow
of your lies
laid out
so welcoming,
whilst I lay shaking
wondering what the
next day would bring.
Looking through
old messages.
Endless putdowns
buried within them all.
Voice mail snarls
in cutting remarks
left under inbox waterfalls.
I curl up into a ball
replaying memories.
Was it ever really love at all?
I wonder was I just a passing fad?
You laid siege on my heart
like my own personal Stalingrad,
leaving only dead thoughts
strangled and bled.
A doormat upon loves locked doorstep,
or the door to my own crypt.
Self-worth left mocked,
wrecked by a wretched lie
and some flowery lines,
soundbites of soulless love
left me despising
the shell I called my life.
I find old photographs,
my face filled with dread.
The things you said
fill my head, the way you
made me feel worthless
whilst I lay and bled my heart
upon the page.
You fed on my anxieties.
The way I took every word
you threw at me
like shards of hatred
to the head and you fled
like a thief in the dark.
Stealing my heart
leaving only a dull ache
where it once resided.
You left a hole filled with doubt.
My own soul ripped out.
from where it once said I love you.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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