Pretty Thing

Loving you was numb,

lifeless and lackluster

At the end,

I felt my heart was

in the likeness of a paper doll, distressed.

Loving you was once bright red…

a haunting sunrise that would sink

fear into a sailors heart.

But I wasn’t afraid until

I couldn’t breathe in the cage

you put me in.

You pulled me out to play,

just to feel something

away from your own darkness.

In the process you put it in me

I tried to wrap it up in ribbons and pearls…

Make it pretty,

just so you could swallow it.

I couldn’t be your pretty thing anymore

That darkness ate her up until there was nothing.

I couldn’t even shed a tear for you and our loss;

It was you who put me there.

-emc

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