The wrong embrace
You were a blade hidden in silk,
A quiet ache behind a kiss.
Your touch, a whisper of thorns,
Promising comfort, delivering hurt.
I drank from your words like poison,
Sweet on the tongue, bitter below.
You made me a shrine of ruin,
A wilted bloom forced to grow.
Your built walls, not bridges,
Each caress a silent snare.
I mistook your cold for longing,
Saw warmth in your vacant stare.
I was the moth, you the fire,
Dancing closer with every sigh.
You watched me cry without blinking,
Counting the seconds ‘til I’d die.
Love was a knife you wielded,
Cutting me open, inch by inch.
I bled devotion in the silence,
A wound too deep to ever flinch.
And now, a ghost of your shadow,
I haunt the ruin you left behind.
Loving you was a slow surrender,
A cruel embrace, a darkened mind.
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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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This is a poem that brings out a lot of emotions in dealing with various relationships that one may be experiencing one way or another. Good job.