I strung my words together for you
helped you build a bridge to carry you away
from what was hurting you and then you cut my
vocal cords, left me speechless. Blood spilled
from where you stabbed me, aiming for my heart.
I held my neck trying to keep the blood from spilling
out. We both knew you were aiming for my heart
but you missed. Your aim has always been off.
After giving me a voice, you took away my reason
to live. Words have always been valuable to me.
I shared them with you thinking you would appreciate the gift
but you stole the words from my soul
and replaced them with pain. You neatly threaded pain
along the edges of my soul daring me to try and be whole
when you knew you’d stole the best part of me.
My womb is swollen with words
I’ve been forced to keep in.
Maybe one day I’ll give birth to those words
and get to hold my bastard child in my arms
and people will coo and tell me
what a good job I’ve done.
But we both know what they’ll be thinking
and maybe what they think is true.
Peace & Love,