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His Words Cut Me
His Words Cut Me
And looking back it was not so much
the words that cut me to the core
but how they were said.
Stoic, heartless, sans emotion
like a stranger saying farewell
to one they don't know anymore.
Looking back I recall the distance
those words created/that hole in my heart.
Those syllables that once promised
to be my everything wound up
on the floor as discarded as last
week's newspaper headlines.
I learned how sharp a knife was when cutting
a heart that day. That day when he, who know my secrets
my demons, my desires/ secrets he could expose so carelessly-.
It was the way he said what he said
not as lovers, not as friends--but as one
he held no compassion for anymore.
I died that day.
Some days I die all over again.
Looking back....
...I don't have that many lives left.
Looking back----
...I can still feel where the scars once were that
barely held me together/rough ridges of a soul left to bleed.
Looking ahead...I am stronger for being me.
Scars and all.
And looking back it was not so much
the words that cut me to the core
but how they were said.
Stoic, heartless, sans emotion
like a stranger saying farewell
to one they don't know anymore.
Looking back I recall the distance
those words created/that hole in my heart.
Those syllables that once promised
to be my everything wound up
on the floor as discarded as last
week's newspaper headlines.
I learned how sharp a knife was when cutting
a heart that day. That day when he, who know my secrets
my demons, my desires/ secrets he could expose so carelessly-.
It was the way he said what he said
not as lovers, not as friends--but as one
he held no compassion for anymore.
I died that day.
Some days I die all over again.
Looking back....
...I don't have that many lives left.
Looking back----
...I can still feel where the scars once were that
barely held me together/rough ridges of a soul left to bleed.
Looking ahead...I am stronger for being me.
Scars and all.
Published 9th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Before I begin know that I'm not hetero. A male/female relationship is not for me. I can write in the feminine (my fave) vernacular or masculine. This post does read as a hetero post though
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This is also pretty much how I treated my last girlfriend, I didn't expose her secrets though. But this is how the message will always be received when love has died. It's usually blunt & direct as there is no other way to say, "I don't love you."
