february poetry

broken things

every wash of plate, the agonizing truth came to life,

when i rinsed the knife, my heart was struck by a destructive flow,

my world was shook, for i saw you with another girl last night

patiently, i managed to hold my tongue

in hot water, i soaked a bag of peace tea that our friend gave me,

you called me to sit beside you, i did, and pretended there’s nothing i knew,

escaping from silence, you told me all the things

all the phantoms filling my head turned to words,

the truth prevailed in hurtful screams,

the cup of dreams turned to nightmare, and everything became broken things

in the darkness covered by deceitful lies, i felt the scourging reality with my cries,

i can’t believe that seraphina did the crime, i felt the open wound that won’t heal aftertime

i trusted your words that you’ll love me forever; now, i’ll never forget the day, september nine

my world fell down, for at this moment, no one is holding mine

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