Heart of Spite, Poison Pen
Wasted years,
spent trying to mold myself into
the frame of their expectations and desires.
Stripped myself of my starry-eyed dreams,
replaced it with open wounds for them
to pour salt over and into;
My choice, never yours, no,
I know my choices were never yours.Left the holes in my chest untended
for you to drive your hurtful words through,
over and over and over and over.
But with binding string of fate I tied
your finger to mine.
Red ichor pours from it. My blood
is but fear of the sight of yours. My blood
is dirty from my ties and mistakes.I am worthless.
But you are all who gives me peace.
I hand you the gun and jail you
for a crime I forced you to commit.
The pull of the trigger
comes at the expense of my pride.
I repay your lenity
with atrabilious delirium and yet, you stay.
I, unworthy child,
You, tenacious lover.
Self-love is for the privileged; We are
but fools with hearts full of spite.image: pipaluq, red string of fate, society6, www.society6.com
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