the scar

By: Shelbi Henny

pressure building know I was the side
project of a lucrative affair
mutually understand your heart was never there
holding empty picture frames
sweeping up broken glass
telling lies of running into walls
hoping for my safety 
no one gets involved
and though I held my peace 
I knew I was at war
drugs are explosive 
and liquor repulsive
yet it numbs it all
the worst addiction was you
breaking into me
I was cold into the reality 
I could no longer feel
and even when I tried to cry 
silence muffled my screams into despair
this was bitter love that haunted my dreams
walking away would fracture my plans
destroy my core and leave me breathless
abuse relentless to a wounded animal
caging my fear into love's disdain

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