moving on.

Looking back on this poem it reminds me of, well for one thing, a state of mind. Not a state of mind i choose but one which I believed was forced upon me. Even pain can be beautiful if worded correctly.

 

 

Your happiness kills me.

Like a beautiful bullet,

Wrapped in velvet

 

Rattling round the empty spot

Where you used to be,

 

And every lacerating laugh

Cuts my heart with invisible pain

 

Spew bile through clenched teeth

It’s all I have left.

 

And I wonder

Why I’m here

 

Subjecting myself

To your destructive aura

 

Which effects and afflicts…

 

Only me…