Writing a Letter

To whom it may concern,

Scarred by your words
marked by your touch
no means of escape
no chance to ignore
like a part of me
you will not fade

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
[you] probably wouldn’t if [you] could . . .

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
-DC


There's a knife in my heart
where a promise use'ta be
not so long ago
words of assurance
replaced with disdain
with a face of fear and pain

There's a knife in my back
that may never heal
as memories bleed away
a fate cut short
by a second thought
of little and nothing to him


Never again will I hear you
Never again will I miss you
Never again will I fall to you
Never

Never again will I kiss you
Never again will I want to
Never again will I love you
Never
-KC

like a slow killing poison
you paralyze my core
extinguishing from the inside out
nothing remains worthy to save
smothered to nothing i am

your white horse revealed
as an impostor like you
foul, fake, and a fraud
baring nothing of worth
yet i fell for it heart, soul and mind

Sometimes i wonder if things could be different. But wondering and 'ifs' get you nowhere. They are tools of taunting; the making of fools; throwing salt in a pulsating wound.
I hate what you did, no few words can describe, and they haunt me day and night. In my dreams i'm reminded, in the day i recall all that you once said. I took it to heart: a mindless deed i regret. With my heart, with my soul with all that i have, i ache with indescribable pain.


~don't judge a cake by its frosting~