You started with White Peach,
boiling me so hot with words I wanted to hear, I overflowed with too emotion for you,
and you decided to burn your tongue with my contempt anyway,
throwing flamed matches to my rubber exterior,
with the excuse of testing your side affects on me.
You continued with Ginger,
handing me a soul so cracked with bittersweet guilt, I was tempted to finish the job she did on you.
I decided to let go of your spiteful works of art on my spirit,
and crafted a resting pillow for your inflated ego,
just so I could watch you enter the nightmare I was about ensue.
You fought back with Lavender,
a liquid so contaminated with my favorite memories of you, I had to cut it out of my veins.
You thought me agreeing to play your game meant you were winning,
so I let you get a head start,
just so you could see me holding the trophy of indifference at the finish line.
You ended up with Chamomile,
a blindfold of serenity with sugarcoated prints of our photos, with an impending doom of cravings for the familiar torture.
I always told you I'd bury you deep enough into my subconscious that those chains of heartbreak would never let you free of punishment.
But you broke free when I replaced you,
causing thunder storms of futile words with intentions to kill,
and a cloudy vision of regret in your ledger when you realized you couldn't erase my happiness.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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