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Unwritten Tale In Crimson

On July 16, 2024 by

It’s just a slap, you brushed it off,

It’s only a color, you washed it off.

Your weird obsession with crimson is crazy

Your presence around me always scares me.

It’s just a whisper, you said it’s nothing,

It’s just a shadow, but my heart is drumming.

Your stare, if only powerful, would torch me in blaze,

Your touch, giving me PTSD in countless ways.

It’s just a bruise, hidden under my sleeve,
It’s just a lie, one that I want to believe.
Your words, piercing through my veins,
Your love, as toxic, it remains.

It’s just a tear, you should have let it roll,

It’s just a smile, I should have worn, to play the role.

Your silence, a pause before the cataclysmic storm,

Your absence, a solace, I yearn to reform.

It’s just a dream, I wanted to scream,

It’s just a hope, to rebuild my self-esteem.

Your promises, as empty as you, meaningless and frail,

Your betrayals, like a dagger, left me impaled.

It’s just a cry, no one to hold,

It’s just a plea, my heart to be consoled.

Your impulsiveness, with me on the receiving end,

Your actions, with no remorse, just transcend.

It’s just a fight, I always shrugged it off,

It’s just a struggle, enduring the rough.

Your blows, so fierce, I saw stars and light,

Your remorse, frantic acts in the night.

It’s just apologies, repeated endlessly,
It’s just hollow words, no remorse, no repentance, wicked mentally.
Your mind convinced, I was always asking for it,
You were never wrong, entitled with the permit.

It’s just a break, I almost walked away,

It’s just Phony tears, holding me like prey.

Countless breakups, uncountable manipulations later,

Every day I plead and weep like a sheep to the slaughter.

It’s just a story, etched in my memory,

It’s just a chapter, it won’t be my legacy.

Each page tells the same tale, with different details for now,

Someday I hope to write a different story anyhow.