i was cleopatra
with love in my veins
and
wholeness in my heart.
you were mark antony
with fire in your hands
and
rocks in your mouth.
we called it love,
what we felt so buried within.
only,
it wasn’t love,
just horrid sin.
we wrapped around each
other like
vines bent on forever,
only,
forever had come and gone.
i could’ve poisoned you
a hundred times had i
been able to live without
you.
you were butterflies
in the back of my throat.
i let you suffocate.
you created a smile,
a curve on each end.
it was something I felt a thousand times,
but you gave it meaning.
but soon, you smiled for different reasons.
full of deceit and lies.
home away from home
became a cage for the one
you professed to love with your whole heart.
you pulled the raw strings
from within my stomach
and wrapped them around your
hands.
it was your piece of me,
your trophy.
you have it still.
About the Creator
hannah irelan
24, treat people with kindness, always support the small joys of others
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