Healing
Your love is an arrow, laced with black
You positioned it on, pulled it back
Struck me right through the heart, not once but twice
My senses have deceived me, you’ve never been nice
Your eyes are rich blue, like the color of the sky
But they were truly deep pools, crawling with lies
You let me swim, then made me drown
You built my throne, then took my crown
Your lips are poison, an agonizing death
They’re the last thing I see before I take my last breath
Your hands were like knives cutting into my skin
Exploring my body, destroying from within
Your words are like sleeves, concealing tricks
I want them gone, they make me sick
You don’t love me, and you never have, really
I’m rid of you now, and I’m ready to start healing.