Wednesday, May 26, 2010


Last night
I got home and was ready to relax
So I kicked off my shoes
Jumped in the bath tube
Had a bubble bath
Made dinner
Later I sat down with a glass of wine
Switched on the TV
There you were
Staring at me
Talking to me
Every word you spoke
Every time your lips moved
With every action
It was like you were talking to me.
The pain I felt
Like a dagger
You repeatedly stabbed my heart
I remember last week
I was standing behind a wall
I saw you in the mall
The tears run down my cheeks
They burnt my cheeks
Leaving tattoos of pain
As I lay my head on the pillow
I swore never again
As I was about to close my eyes
It hit me
I was dangerously in love
Suicidal love

© thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection

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