It’s getting late…

My eyes sting

From all the tears you left me

My heart aches

With all the fears you gave me

My soul yearns

For everything that once was

You opened my wounds

You healed them

But cut deeper than they were before

Your words like a whip to my back

Grabbed me and beat me down with your sudden madness

The freckle on your lip, adoring as may be

Kisses so sweet tasting like poison honey

When I lick my lips, I taste you and your lies

Your hands always on me, holding onto me as if

I was a doll; your arm candy

That’s all I was to you

A doll to play with for a while

We played in a doll house

You in control of my every move

You in control of my joy and pain

You who once held my hands so tight, to keep them warm

You who once protected me from others

You who I trusted with my whole heart

You who taught me what a kiss was

And taught me a “different” kind of love

You left the house to play with someone else

Left me alone, all by myself

A broken doll, left on a shelf