Taking sides and placing blame;
We're mere chess pieces in his game.
I'm more hurt than I've ever been;
A heart tearing at the seam.
Smoke will one day rise from these almighty bruises;
And what we have will end in ruins.
Clear liquid in a transparent bottle;
It's so innocent until it's not.
Children running scared like they're fearful of the monster under the bed;
When all along he's been living, dreaming, breathing in your head.
Nestled between love and loss;
Life exploded when you called the cops.
I'm in agony over your tyranny;
Hallucinating triumph in such a tragedy.
Bad things happen to good people;
Yet; good things never happened to you.
Can you, please, tell me the reason;
Why you can't fucking tell the truth.
I'll call you a bitch until time ends;
Or until you find you, again.
You've circled the drain more times than I can count;
Yet, I'm the one in trouble; without a shadow of doubt.
I've got bruises on my heart;
And ruins in my art.
All because of you;
All because of you.
One day, when all is said and done;
And the ashes of this love cloud the midday sun.
I wonder will I walk among the smouldering ruins of what remains;
Perilous damage and deceitful pain.
Will I walk among the bones of the life we shared;
And smile at how much I used to care.
To care about you and the gremlin living within;
The illness claiming asylum in him.
I don't know if I ever will;
There's an almighty space you need to fill.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust;
Find redemption in the ruins of us.
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BOHEMIA
PoetryBOHEMIA 🌷🌼 An abstraction of creativity. Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection ri...
