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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.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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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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