Monday, January 22, 2018

Healing is a Sickness

He carved everything outta me
yet he was left unloved
i was real as a fantasy
he swallowed me all at once
our tongues were at war
 spewing venom and spitting dirt
he was overwhelming than I
skins melting into one
i offered myself a feast
and he digged and dugged
i fulfilled his starved tastes
yet he left me unheard
meant to heal
a sickness you became
ailing me at times
leaving me to ache
and we remain as if all okay
when all defenses came crumbling down
what all i saw with open eyes
all those pretty lies were crushed



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