The Wound of You
No a cutter
no
scars yes
self inflicted indirectly
addicted to the cycle
of made up rejection
back streaked
from lies believed
breastplate deflated
promises almost kept
just another ride
to end with my stomach in my throat
eyes stretched and slightly burnt from
betrayals made in dark and tight spots
The wound of you
carried deep
stitched tight
The wound of you
i
Copyright © Sally Zaragoza | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment