Retention

Every single word

is now a laser

a harsh, cutting reminder

of everything you have caused.

the orbs I once fell in love with

are now empty sockets, a hellish soul

I can not bare to look at you

because you know you're guilty

and yet you smile,

and laugh as if it's okay

as if what you did was okay

as if any word you said, loving 

or manipulating

was okay

It is branded in my brain;

where it will stay.

I was your property

you were the master of puppetry.

Reviews

[wordman]

the flip side of love is always sad as it brings the pain