You never cared about the enemy you'd force me to be.
It is evident in your empty voice now,
how distant and nonchalant your soul has become.
It consumes me, fills me with a rage that would diminish anything I've ever felt.
Maybe I'll demand for you to leave my conscience,
and light this fortress of lies on fire.
Maybe you'll just smile and walk back into Hell,
slowly dragging me along with you.
This is it.
This love is the bridge we haven't burned.
It sits and collects dust,
in the midst of the inner turmoil we've built with our bleeding hands.
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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