The Box

rainydays

I feel the oxygen drain out of my body,

the blood leave by face,

the thoughts leave my brain

 

My eyes focus on the oh so familiar handwriting

scrawled carefully across the cardboard.

I’m stuck in the ink, 

the thick black pools trapping me like a fly on sticky paper

 

I can’t breathe

think 

move

 

The tape peels away

Am I doing that?

The box flaps open

I must be

 

Now instead of drowning in the ink im drowning in the memories

 

The book I lent you,

it’s partner we read together

 

The paintings i made,

that sat beside your matching set

 

The shirt i left,

The one i loved but learned to forget

 

That magazine,

It wasn’t even mine why the fuck would you send it

 

I don’t want any of this.

I don’t need more reminders of you

Youre already fucking everywhere

 

My breath and my blood are replaced by searing hot anger,

burning my veins and my lungs like lava

drowning me in a whole new way

 

I want it all to burn

I want to forget

I want to make you hurt just the same as you’ve made me

to watch you suffer

You’ve wiped your hands clean of me

Gotten rid of every shred of evidence that I was a part of your life

Cut me out like i was a tumor

a malignant, cancerous mass that was sucking the life from you

As if you weren’t just as bad

 

I hate you

I hate what you made me and I hate that i let you

I hate that you left so easily

You gave up on me, on everything we built you piece of shit

I fucking loved you

I loved you and you took advantage of that and then you threw it all away

And i fucking hate you for that

 

You sent so much more than just my stuff in a box

  • Author: Rain Leslie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 10th, 2025 01:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 2781

    Sounds like a mini series my wife was watching.

    • rainydays

      what's the series?

      • 2781

        I'd have to ask. The scorned wife is a doctor, her ex looks like the good guy, but isn't, and she is out for revenge, but it isn't going well for her. From what I could see. Sorry

      • TobaniNataiella

        A very powerful and painful emotions about the break up of a relationship, the poem highlights how raw the pain still is, well written

      • Tony36

        Powerful write



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