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May 12
Cut me wide,
let the truth spill out

This isn't mercy,
it's the cost of doubt


I didn’t break the way you planned

I held the fire in my hands
You wanted quiet,

I roared instead

A hurricane

Inside my chest

You called it peace when you walked away

But I still wake with your name

Like a scar behind my teeth

Like something
I can't rinse clean


You left, but you still remain

A bruise I sing through every day
I wasn't still
I shook the ground

You wanted shadows,
I gave sound

No apology for thunder skies

I never learned to whisper lies

No soft goodbye,
no fading line

Just silence dressed up as divine

But peace should never taste like ash
And I still carry what we had

You called it peace when you turned away

But I still wake with your name

Not just a bruise, not just a sting

It’s carved into my everything

You left, but I remain

With your storm beneath my skin
Maybetomorrow
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