Darkest Confession

She was my darkest confession…

We found each other when the world slept.

Your voice tattooing cracks,

Fracturing my mind with every vibration.

I promised you my soul,

Even when I was made from shards of broken dreams.

You chose to dance with me.

I sang to you,

As I was slowly becoming yours.

Your nails marked me,

Leaving trails of crimson over my spine.

Your words play the gentle rhythms for my beating heart to follow,

Causing me to sway from shadow to shadow,

Yet, I prayed for more stars.

You’re soothing curse,

You captured me in the darkness of every nightmare.

I mistook your love in those scarlet letters.

Written by a hateful author.

While under the moon, you promised to bury me under the ink,

Only to be carved hollowed out by your pen.

When I never knew,

Your lips were for him.

And his,

And theirs.

I was only just another number to you.

“My favorite number,”

You said between stolen decades.

My voice broke with unspoken love stories,

But I was a notch under your serrated blade.

Dripping in the sweet nectar of your lies.

You kiss me by the morning light.

Plunging that knife,

Your knife.

You carved pieces of me,

Each slice for my serenity.

The exchange for another lost dream.

I promised to love you in Heaven,

Only to find you in a false paradise.

As I lie awake at night,

I can feel you in a phantom memory.

Those lips,

Stripping away my life.

I play it over in my mind,

Until you’ve become a soothing lullaby.

A faded melody that I would trade for another midnight.

To feel death all over again,

Just one more time.