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Ilia
You are a poisonous leech
A million knives for teeth
To be removed
Delicately
Harshly
One by fuckin one
Will you text her once more?
Oh,
You left... some clothes
Uh...
In my drawer
She was a casualty in your war
You keep coming back to the smell
Just a story of a corpse
For another to hear you tell
You get off on making her guilty?
"I'm doing everything under the sun
I miss you
I don't know
Really
What I want
Run run
But.. talk to me I'm so depressed
Don't know if I want to live"
Well
Dammit, muthufucka
Request and I shall GLADLY give
You blistered up pussy
Infecting with all you can get
Skinflicks, alcohol, or grit
Whatever vice to forget
And she said
Leave me alone
Yet
Still I hear the ring
I hear a breaking voice
That was strengthening
You were best friends
And the sting of her cry
Like when we were small
I'd rather take pops whip
I'd rather die
Then to hear her wail the same
Asking you
"Why?"
It's those closest to her
That stab deepest the heart
If it were a mere stranger
Betrayal wouldn't hit so hard...
Her shits like Julius Ceasar
Blades sticking out every part
But the tick keeps on ticking
Opening space for another dart
Through her sobs I understood
And I thought I was angry before
No
I really wasn't
But now I will even the score
I'll even it when I listen to what she has to say
I will extract that poison out every single day
I'll even it when I pull out every sword, dagger, or pin
You and all the men left in her heart walking out and back in
When the truth leaves my lips
Every day
EVERY DAY ILIA
I will heal until she's ready
WHEN HER HEALS ARE CLICKING PROUD AND HER SPINE REMAINS STEADY
I will even the score when her eyes can happily meet yours
To see how struggle and mind decide who wins the war.
You weak ass bitch.
A million knives for teeth
To be removed
Delicately
Harshly
One by fuckin one
Will you text her once more?
Oh,
You left... some clothes
Uh...
In my drawer
She was a casualty in your war
You keep coming back to the smell
Just a story of a corpse
For another to hear you tell
You get off on making her guilty?
"I'm doing everything under the sun
I miss you
I don't know
Really
What I want
Run run
But.. talk to me I'm so depressed
Don't know if I want to live"
Well
Dammit, muthufucka
Request and I shall GLADLY give
You blistered up pussy
Infecting with all you can get
Skinflicks, alcohol, or grit
Whatever vice to forget
And she said
Leave me alone
Yet
Still I hear the ring
I hear a breaking voice
That was strengthening
You were best friends
And the sting of her cry
Like when we were small
I'd rather take pops whip
I'd rather die
Then to hear her wail the same
Asking you
"Why?"
It's those closest to her
That stab deepest the heart
If it were a mere stranger
Betrayal wouldn't hit so hard...
Her shits like Julius Ceasar
Blades sticking out every part
But the tick keeps on ticking
Opening space for another dart
Through her sobs I understood
And I thought I was angry before
No
I really wasn't
But now I will even the score
I'll even it when I listen to what she has to say
I will extract that poison out every single day
I'll even it when I pull out every sword, dagger, or pin
You and all the men left in her heart walking out and back in
When the truth leaves my lips
Every day
EVERY DAY ILIA
I will heal until she's ready
WHEN HER HEALS ARE CLICKING PROUD AND HER SPINE REMAINS STEADY
I will even the score when her eyes can happily meet yours
To see how struggle and mind decide who wins the war.
You weak ass bitch.
Published 4th Aug 2021
Author's Note
My sister and her best friend became friends with benefits. I told her don't, cause he was strictly not monogamous by admission. She went for it safely, but then he said he loved her and wanted to do couple type things and I told her Broo no. Again I'm ignored. It's a pattern with my sis to go for the sad boy. But he knew she wasn't a polygamist and when she caught feelings, she broke it off. He then told her he wanted to try being exclusive. I knew it was a ploy to keep her in his life longer. He didn't want to change. I saw it in his actions, how he treated her as a friend and it was always a selfish transaction. His emotional baggage was dumped on her after she just got divorced (cheated on, abused for years). He fuckin knew better. And now he keeps calling/emailing despite her protest.
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4th Aug 2021 12:00pm
It's weird how someone can see the abuse from the outside looking in. I've had a few friends that got into abusive relationships but they always acted like the abuse wasn't happening. Yet, always clear to me.
Wonderful poem.
Wonderful poem.
4th Aug 2021 9:22pm
She is aware the abuse was there, that's the sad thing, cause she's opening wounds and letting them bleed out the poison. I hope all worked out for your friend, my friend.
4th Aug 2021 1:23pm
Being outside you are not love blind you see everything for how it is, I hope she stays strong and he leaves her alone
Love and light
Ron x
Love and light
Ron x
4th Aug 2021 9:24pm
I'll be on assignment with her for 3 months, he'll be leaving her alone. And even better, I'll have every day to let her open up more, every day to plant my seeds. Than you, Ron, I always appreciate you stopping by :)
4th Aug 2021 9:29pm
good afternoon dearest poet
this is a fierce write full of powerful emotion
I hope the best for you and your sister...
this is a fierce write full of powerful emotion
I hope the best for you and your sister...
5th Aug 2021 8:03am
Thank you, Crim. You know, I feel the lovelier one is on the inside is exuded in their person, affecting how others see them. It is why, in person, so many are mysteriously beautiful in comparison to what is SEEN. She is beautiful on the outside too, yet her heart bleeds for the broken. I know I can build her, crim. I just have to set the pieces.
Thank you, wise poetess, for stopping by, it is always a pleasure :)
Thank you, wise poetess, for stopping by, it is always a pleasure :)
5th Aug 2021 7:34am
This write conjures up for me a lot of the nastiness Tolkien put into Grima Wormtongue, however the scariness is multiplied by the thought that the person mentioned is real.
5th Aug 2021 11:08am
Wormtongue was poisonous. It is parralled here, which brings such fierce response in me. I am very influenced by Tolkien, so your comment is a true compliment.
27th Aug 2021 2:20pm
13th Sep 2021 1:41am
Just me when I'm a but ruffled. Thank you, Oralizer. I believe you have become a slight enthusiast of my works :)
