You talk about your
weary heart, when all mine does is bleed.
The tears I've cried
have emptied me till nothing hides inside.
A chasm gapes, I gasp
for air, I find I cannot breathe.
Your voice says there's
no other way, I say you never tried.
While desolation
isolates a light that strives to shine,
Fighting through
exhaustion and an umpteenth final plea:
"Stop crying now."
I hear you say, you said I'll be just fine,
“You'll find another,
better girl, thank God I set you free.”
I close my eyes and,
over me, a change within myself.
A violent fury in your
face, your hand becomes the knife.
You said you'd kill us
all, you said and then you'd kill yourself.
So how, I ask, I ask
myself, how were we man and wife?
My last appeal, I
begged you please. Through yielding words you lied.
There's
nothing now, you took my gifts, the best of me has died.
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