Tuesday, July 27, 2010

.171

she
made sure I felt oblivious
she
made sure there were no witnesses
she
told me no truths
she
only spoke lies
she
knew what she wanted
she
got it - more or less
she
knew it wasn't me
she
took me in anyway

she
endured the abuse
she
took the pain of her past
she
was suddenly empowered
she
took it out on me and
she
crushed me into tiny pieces
and
"whoomp"'ed - "there it is" on my heart

she
never checked to see if i was still breathing
she
never asked if i was alright
she
never caressed or cared
she
killed me
she
resurrected me
she
threw me over board
she
never wanted to know me
she
is why i write these poems

1 comment:

mrs said...

that evil strumpet...let me at her!*~D