Dear ________,

You've forced your treachery down my throat
I knew I should have spat it back
at your cruel, dull, face
Pleasured at how well
the agony you've planted has done its job
in the sickening remains of my soul
But I swallowed hard instead
Dragging the pieces of my shattered dreams down with it.
Hoping for a chance to please you
Hoping to wake from this wretched dream
in a better place

Yet still I'm found unsettled
inside the gravest depths of me
your face has frozen like the stone
the one that has beaten me down
so slow. . .

Sometimes it rises from the nothingness
from the tattered depths of me
the throbbing question
solemnly whispers
Do you choose this or are you stuck?
is there any point of breaking
in your eyes set like that rock

Bleeding through uncertainty
the only spark I've ever seen
is when my wounds are unbearable
and my profuse weeping
wakes the past I had deemed forgotten
YOU.
taking pride in knowing my misery
but. . .

You're the only one
You like it that way
I can tell because
you mutilate me
ever so silently. . . .
You keep it shoved in your pocket
so that others cannot see
no matter how much i want them to
That others won't believe

So i wear it on my skin
to show you what I've been saying
has been here all along.
The torture within
weighs much more than
whatever could show up on my body.