TakeMature

you tore me
into pieces
just like
you always have
I've never
been good
at running
instead
I opened
my veins
to you
all over again
ready
to let you take
everything
I wanted
you to be
a part of me
again
You never were
good at
being honest
or good
at words
except
when it came
to slamming
shards of glass
into my heart
and throwing it
at a wall
that was always
the one thing
you were
good at-
lying
and playing me
like a fucking
broken record
and now
I'm taking back
everything
you ever gave me
every song
every piece
of my soul
every crack
in me
I
will take
it all
and make it
mine again.

The End

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