Not The One
Inspired by, Sheawn
How do you expect me to stop when you are the reason for this metal blade piercing my scarred skin?
How can I heal when due to your words in hell I fall farther?
Just stop speaking and start listening.
Do you hear that?
The sound of a shattering scream from something being torn apart?
Don’t fret though its just my heart being shredded to pieces.
Don’t worry though love, I’m used to it.
Every time I take a new hit.
So after all is said and my body is breathlessly dead
I’ll rest my head
because truly my heart, soul and being is done.
and obviously you aren’t the one,
Just another to leave me.
(2013)
This poem is rather weak so I'm sorry if you don't like it.
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