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your love was full of holes,
but you were not holy.
she did not need you
to hold her together.
you were not glue,
you were a scavenger
who had no right
to take advantage of her.
just because you were hurting
didn’t mean she should, too.
and just because
I talk about myself
in third person
doesn’t mean
this poem isn’t about
what you did to me.
I will scream until my lungs bleed:
you had no right to ravage me.
this precious soul
wasn’t yours to claim,
its fractured parts
not yours to take
and put yourself
back together with.
there will never
be enough of me
to go around and feed
every open mouth
pleading for love.
you had no right to damage me
just so you could feel complete.
just because
pieces of me
fit so perfectly
in the cracks
of your teeth
doesn’t mean
they belong to you.
I don’t know
how you managed
to crawl inside
my head and hide
and whisper lies in my ear,
or how you managed
to make your voice
sound so much like mine
that I can’t tell
the difference
anymore.
you have no right
to be the ghost-like
passenger in my mind…
but you are.
you are the savage
who left me
scarred.
From my newest poetry collection, CARNAGE. Available now on Amazon.
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