He never understood how he broke my heart
a ritual that caused me to cry every day.
He found it too easy to look into my eyes and lie.
All I ever wanted was an honest kiss
a touch that wasn’t filled with poison,
a time when he just wanted to hold me.
But he never just wanted to hold me,
because he never held me in his heart.
Every touch was filled with sweet poison
that he injected into me every day.
He always went straight for the kiss,
he only every wanted the physical lie.
For five months I fed into his lie,
for five months I wanted him to hold me.
For five months I always gave into his kiss,
for five months he clawed at my heart,
for five months I tasted salt on my cheeks every day
and for five months I hungrily drank his poison.
His tongue always tasted of poison,
the same tongue that spit out the lies.
I curled myself up on the floor every day,
shaking and cold and needing him to hold me.
But he would never rescue my bleeding heart
and he would show up again in want of a kiss.
After five months I decided to spit back his kiss
and his face was covered with his own sweet poison.
After five months I decided to rescue my heart
and I would rather starve than eat his lie.
He said he would rather back-hand me than hold me
and now I despise him every day.
I used to reach for you every day,
I used to search for an honest kiss,
I used to long for you to hold me,
but now I see through your skin to your blood of poison.
I no longer long for you or your physical lie
and I am glueing together the pieces of my heart.
So, yes, she loved you every day.
But she and I are different now and I still have my heart.
And you are left alone to contemplate your lie.
