My soul died with you, just beneath the sun
It shriveled up with a cry
Do you recall my words as your cell was broken?
I know your love was a lie
My lips begged to scream, while my heart wished to weep
I buried my rage in my chest
You fed me affection, prepared with a knife
No one could outfool a jest
I couldn't bear to forgive you with my soul still shaking
Your mercy was given by God
My tongue still silver, I prayed for my savior
You never accepted his rod
Now you lost my love, but I lost my mind
How quickly you led me astray
I don't need your pity; I just need you to listen
Here's something that kills me to say
I hope my name haunts the walls of your mind like a curse
Because yours is written in red
I hope you remember each syllable like its your religion
You didn't win the war; you just fled.
I hope you choke on this truth while you sleep
Meanwhile, I cannot rest
Forgiving you is a challenge for heros
I'm not ready to pass this test
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Written in Red
PoetryA compilation of poetry I wrote during high school about sexuality, heartbreak, navigating the world as an autistic woman, dysfunctional families, grooming and abuse, and more.
