Love is about
Power and control
Not romance or flowers
But bleeding the soul
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Love is about
Power and control
Not romance or flowers
But bleeding the soul
(Inspired by a writing prompt offered by Michael at https://afterwards.blog)
I can clean it with antiseptic
He said
And cover it with a plaster
It won’t make any difference
She said
It’s still a fucking disaster
Bleeding
It feels
like I’ve
been
robbed,
she said,
Of the
only
love
in my
life
This
pain
just
runs
so deep,
she sobbed,
As it
cuts
through me
like a
knife
(Originally Posted 05.12.2019)
I’m not proud of what I did
Nor am I happy with what I said
But if you had been kinder
And not some whiny fault finder
Then your eyes needn’t have bled
Here you are
Late again
Never with joy
Always with pain
Maybe chocolate
Will keep me sane
Until the cramps
Begin to wane
Until then
I’ll make it plain
Do not heed
My addled brain
I’ll try my best
Focus to regain
And wash away
This human stain
As I sat hoping
It wasn’t true
My heart bled out
Waiting for you
Picking at these circles
All itchy, bloody and raw
Wondering why
The fuck am I
Doing this shit again for
Bleeding
From
the
inside
out
What
the
fuck
Is
that
all
about?
But a
painful
reminder
That
for
one
week
in
four
You’re
here to
procreate
And
nothing
more
It feels
like I’ve
been robbedOf the
only love
in my lifeThis pain
runs deep,
she sobbed,As it cuts
through me
like a knife