The dry roots of unhealthy memories
Fall upon the floor as I cut you off
Your words of vitriol
Sliced my validity
And what little respect
I had for you
Melts away like dirty snow
You paved over my feelings
And painted me
In asphalt colors
Bleeding shades
I never wanted to wear.
Lifting up my eyes to pray you left
All of you in shambles
Lying beneath the ashes
Everything I lost
Showed how much I hurt
When you beat me
The injuries of your so-called
Affections were red flags
I finally saw
Gave me the keys
To unshackle myself
And my life free of you.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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