untitled poem #03298579023 (at least until i come with another stupid title)

[laceblade]

Please the note does not refer to any one person in particular, but many. The poem does not refer to one event or situation, but many. Thanks.


all your words, all your lies,
all your broken promises,
they rise up and slap me in the face.

the wounds inflicted on my trust and pride,
pushing me downward, punishing me
for my weakness and foolishness.

and the dark is back (it always returns), shrouding
my soul in a blanket of blades,
lacerating anything i've exposed.

i was so stupid.
so selfish to think i'd
find understanding
in your cold eyes

just go away
stop coming back and pretending.
i don’t want to have to cry again
when you take off your mask.

i’m sure you feel righteous
by slamming me back to the ground
and reminding me where i belong
but i swear to you, every time
you’ve turned your back on me and walk away,
i’ve pulled myself to my knees
and stood

but now i’ve bled too much
for your greed.
this time you’ll be the one left
in the cold
nursing your wounds
by yourself
and i will be the one
who leaves your pathetic, prostrate form
behind