Strumming My Pain.

I want to end you

the way you tore into my heart

delivered me from happiness

and drowned me in my sorrow.

Do you not realize

the way your smile rocked my world

the scent of your breath

intermingling with mine--

plagued with deception

killing me softly.

So little time I have

to stare at your face

the way you force a smile at me

and smother out the ashes of you cigarette;

smother out the ashes of my heart.

We're not church people,

you and I,

and I must bite my thumb at you,

Satan, Beelzebub,

tainting my mind with your sweet nothings

and promises of sanctuary

when all I must do is breath. Relax. Repeat.

Take care, lost boy.

©SelfTitled, 2017