The poison kiss
You kissed the wrong lips. Good Bye
The poison kiss
My lipstick bled. You kissed her, not me.
I tasted the spaces you left behind.
Her name lingers on your lips, mine fades.
I held my silence like a wound.
And you, careless, kept walking away.
I watched your shadow lean into her,
felt the heat that should have been mine.
Every word you whispered to her
echoed like a knife through my chest.
I wanted to shout, to claw, to vanish.
The mirror caught my face, red and raw.
Your touch should have been mine alone.
Instead, it is a memory I cannot erase,
a story written in blood and perfume,
where I am the one who was left behind.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Good one, Marie. You can feel the pain in the words.