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
