Poems of Pain and Solitude

My name

I hate it.

I hate the sound of it.

It used to be ravishing,

A melody when it escaped your lips.

You whispered it in my ear,

You cried it out loud in the night.

It was safe upon your tongue.

But then you went in

And spat it out.

Your voice when pronouncing it

Was the most familiar whisper.

Now I loathe it.

Now it's dangerous.

Now I know I'll never hear it again.

Don't say it out loud.

Don't pretend.

You broke me once.

You broke me twice.

But now I'm done.