They robbed me of my sanity.
Looted my "happy place"
took everything down to my handwriting,
and told me to please myself,
but taught me to please them.
Took control of my poetic flow,
in the past it was smooth and easy to swallow
used to join my heart with others,
but now its full of jagged edges
in the absence of the heart
I'm no longer sure was ever there.
Its become my weaponry
used only to conquer.
If I cant have my heart, then just maybe,
with the right words,
the right combination,
when read the right way,
and understood completely
I can have someone else's.
And if I lose them then I'll find another
until my blood runs thin
and my pen can no longer reach the paper
I will bleed through them. |