You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
We only see each
Other through frosted
Glass, shapes and colors
I’m who you love while
You’re waiting for the
One you really want
I opened the door to the
World, said what I thought and
Believed. I was stomped on and
Crushed. I learned to be what I
Was expected to be. I
Shut and locked the door, tightly.
Talking to you is just such
A waste of time, yet I keep
On doing it and feel worse
One day I will be over
This broken brain, shattered heart,
And I won’t know you at all.
Every word I’ve spoken to
You has been wasted breath. You
Never heard a word I said.
You try and read my
Expression, but don’t read the
Writing on the wall.
I do remember
All that you’ve done, I just try
Not to dwell on it.
But my heart still knows
Who has cut it and it wants
To keep you away.
I awaited the
Descent of Seraphim to
Protect me. Instead,
I got the shit kicked
Out of me. Later, when I’d
Healed, I resolved that
I would become that
Angel for others who was
Never there for me.