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Like an Owl in the Night, He Howled with Delight
Russian Roulette with the Masks of Sociopaths
I really thought you changed.
thought after a year you realized you'd have more to gain.
escaped the disease that drained your soul,
gripping you up and eating you whole.
your frail bones have nowhere to go.
Do you even realize or
feel the hurt you cause
by your pleading lies?
all those ongoing goodbyes.
I shouldn't shame you,
but with your hands around my
throat, it's hard to not act when provoked.
crazy aren't we all?
but to not accept who you are
is what hurts most of all.
hidden behind the scenes,
constant gaslighting on the big screen.
no one is perfect and this has surfaced,
but owning up to our mistakes is what
makes us human and gives us purpose.
left in the desert in a drought,
pleading for water that you left me without.
But hasn't that been our whole relationship?
It took me drowning in the tide to finally surface.
i was to blame, as you sat on a pedestal, an ego of flames.
your cancer entered my body without a sound, but
I eventually stopped tiptoeing around.
a masquerade focused on a dying love,
with no hope left to survive.
you eventually showed me what I didn't want to believe.
and this is not some sympathetic plead.
I'm too tough to bleed.
I've shed tears with ease.
I JUST WANT YOU TO GET THE HELP YOU NEED.
not the help you pretend you need, from the attention of others
that you constantly breathe....DRY.