Shame on you
For poking
At the parts of me
That unwillingly hold
The muscle memories
Of my maimed history…
The parts of me
That I confided
In you about
Endlessly.
Shame on you
For listening
To my pleas
Like you understood
The reasons
Some things
Disturb me,
Just to use
Those scars
Against me
When your insecurity
Tried to grow you
Into something
That felt worthy.
Shame on you
For making me feel guilty
About my disgust
For the misuse
Of my trust
That I placed
So earnestly
In your arms…
Just for you
To disregard
Like my secrets
Weren’t good enough
To seal inside your heart.
Shame on you
For becoming
A part of the haunting
That mocks me…
For turning into a ghost
Of the person
That I used to know,
Lurking in the shadows
That chase after me
On the days
That I’m feeling weak.
But mostly,
Shame on me
For believing
That you would think
My words
Held any meaning…
For believing
That you would think
My words
Held enough weight
To make them worth
Keeping safe.
About the Creator
Tessa Glasgow
35. Stay at home mom. Dark Poetess
IG: @deadofnightpoetry
My debut poetry collection, “Wildfire From Hell: Poetry and Prose,” is now available on Amazon.
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So heartbreaking. The image seems to suggest that this poem could be self-chiding or self-reflective. I think that adds a really interesting dimension to the work