It Doesn't Heal.
A picked scab
I thought it had healed
Seeing you again
There is no satisfaction in that.
Your top hides your chest
Hidden scars, probably healed.
You make my insides ache and throb
There is no medication for this.
I crave you as something I can't place.
Whose nails now mark your flesh?
Who hurts you until you are heated jelly?
Quivering and moaning, begging.
Those obscene lips parted. Your voice
Rasping, soft, hard, smooth, rough, everything…
Nothing to me now. Nothing but polite
Conversational tones.
Who lifts and plays with you like a puppet?
Who tortures you humiliates you?
Pulls you to pieces…
Who destroys you and makes you burn
Like the phoenix you are?
Then lovingly heals you pulling you back,
Kissing your wounds and brining relief?
Do you argue with him like you did with me?
Screaming until your voice is raw,
Pointing out the obvious. Your face
Filled with twisted rage…so dominant.
Or go silent with him, setting his nerves on edge
With confusion, guilt and worry?
Does he know how much you hate yourself?
How you strive for perfection in everything you do?
How you dance and flirt with death, morbidly curious,
But knowing the real outcome?
Has he seen you hurt yourself out of self-loathing?
Breaking everything that held your reflection,
Crying until you're an empty shell?
Can he understand what they did to you?
Can he love you for being all this and so much more?
Or, do you hide it from him?
Does he know anything about you at all?
Did I?
Did you lie? Because you could never change…
That's what happens when you pick a scab
Everything just comes gushing out….
And if you're not careful
You get infected.
Who do you think Kai's new man is? (No hints in the poem just wondering what people think.)