The thought of you,                                                          

makes me cringe.

The sweet words

and sarcastic remarks.

The tears shed

from my bloodshot eyes.

You killed me.

Slowly, painfully, sadistically.

You watched me writhe

in searing pain

of love, life, loss.

You heard me cry

and beg

and plead.

For you, only you.

My heart screams out

for your touch,

your love, your presence.

I need you.

You control me.

Pull my strings,

and I’ll dance.

A puppeteer,

and his lovesick,

helpless doll.

I am alone,

without you.

Fighting,

for you, only you.

I love you,

and you leave me.

Again, and again, and again.

Over and over,

until it is over.

Forever.

I hate you,

so much.

It builds up inside

my aching heart,

and bursts.

Explosions of passion,

flames, burning the surface.

I close my eyes,

and picture your face.

A monster.

I didn’t know evil

could be so beautiful.

I cannot speak,

only listen

for your voice.

For you, only you.

But you are silent.

I cling to the memory

of us, what we had.

Was it real?

Or was it a lie?

A game of pretend?

Everything

is false, fake, untrue.

I weep

and cry,

for you, only you.