The Day I Met You

The Day I Met You

I fell into a sinkhole the day I met you,

no warning, no cracks, just the earth gone

beneath my feet.

You smiled like a secret kept too long,

your words—sweetened poison,

each syllable a blade tucked in velvet.

You didn’t pull me in.

I walked.

Willing.

Every heartbeat thudded

like a drum at a funeral I hadn’t planned to attend.

I didn’t know it would be mine Mine.

Love, they say, builds.

But ours?

Ours swallowed.

it chewed my heart, sucked my bones.

I sank past the bones of other better women,

past memories you buried still twitching,

and I kissed you like I was not drowning.

I knew

you were never the surface.

you were the depth,

the devour,

the darkness I mistook for home.

And still,

I stayed.

You played

your wicked, deceitful game.

I fell, one last time.

They filled the hole in.

You murdered me

cold blooded murder, Why?

with sweetness on your breath,

with “forever” carved into

every lie you whispered.

And still, you and they call it love.

Rest In Peace My bruisedabused body.