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all I can think about is
your hands all over her.
how the same hands
that ripped me to pieces
could hold someone else
so tenderly.
the thought alone is enough
to hurt me worse
than your words did;
even worse than your fists.
all I can think about
are your lips and how
they sucked me dry,
little by little,
kiss by kiss.
how the same lips
could kiss someone else
and leave them fuller
than before.
how the same lips
that tell her I love you
called me
a whore.
all I can think about is
the war that’s marching her way.
every night, I pray
that she is wise enough
to see through your lies.
that she never has to
survive you.
I pray she will be the one
to bring you to your knees.
that she will never endure
the kind of suffering
falling for you creates.
because all I can think about
is the pain you left in your wake.
day and night, I writhe
in this chrysalis of heartache,
this collection of mistakes.
one day, when I break free
of the torment that swallowed me,
I pray I will stretch my wings and see
I outlived
the terrible things
you did to me.
From my brand new poetry collection, CARNAGE.
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