Voice of an Ex-Lover
I promise I’ll romance pain into you sweetly and color it love.
If only you would have told me you saw me weak. Revealed me incapable and used it to your advantage.
Burden me with your bruised pride and insecurities. Lay your fear right here on my chest. You know I won’t fight you.
Release the tragedy of your voice against my ears and just call my spirit a casualty.
My bones break in patterns to impress you.
Designed in circles too tight around the space between love and hate where you occupy too much of my time.
The chains.
They run too deep for me to pretend like I gotta enough strength to break them.
Now convince me that monsters are things I should consider beautiful.
Make me imagine myself superwoman.
I can fix you.
I can make you better.
I can love you past your indiscretions.
Never mind that I’ve forgotten how to be my own woman.
Erase the burning sensation of open wounds throbbing on my soul from hands to oblivious to remember that God didn’t create them for destruction.
Maybe if the lies were different.
Or your eyes didn’t feel like beaded daggers.
Or your feet didn’t remind me so much of demons.
Maybe then I wouldn’t sit here in this dark room with days light looming above putting the fragmented sounds of your voice back together.
The task would be deemed impossible if only you were standing here next to me.
-Demitri Michelle