Poison

Our version of love had become such a dispute, push turned to shove as I became increasingly mute. I refused to wear the scarlet letter of love lost, so instead I would push you away and endlessly accost. You showed no emotion, your face was a blank slate, with reckless abandon, I continued to eat from your plate, all the while questioning whether it was all a mistake. I cried and I begged for you to grant me release, as I sat in your prison plotting ways to capture the keys. I pleaded for the remnants of my life that you viciously held within your hand; what would it have been like if I had never entered your dark and dreary land? You were vile and contrite as you denied me my rights, writing my fate with your pen as I pathetically transformed into the thorns of a rose with my pitiful, and depressing prose. I was your prisoner for far too long, as you shattered my lungs and silenced my song. At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. It relieves me of my loneliness, like a fine vintage wine. It is the only solace I receive in the walls of this asylum that offers me no reprieve. With no end in sight, I count my blessings and say my prayers, tuck myself in knowing that these fights will be the cause of my eternal despair. I turn off the lights and no longer resist the eternal slumber that has been closing in, I am finally at peace as I serenely sleep. You were the lethal injection into my veins, the cause for my strife and the reason for my pain. You were the jagged knife that robbed me of my life, the tormentor of my soul and the crooked piece that would never make my puzzle whole.