Bury The Hatchet


Am i suppose to believe that you are sorry!

You wound me with such formalities 

There are so many knives in my back that you can bet

I could box them up and sell a set!

I am no longer pretending to be surprised

When your mouth opens and I receive the lies

You twist the knife while looking dead in my eyes

It's leaves in my mouth a bitter taste

When deceit becomes a common place 

I've been told the rain will recede 

But it seems to like to follow me

And I get used and discarded like a toilet paper roll

Expected to pretend like I don't even know

I am wide awake and will allow it no more!

To often abused, i want to even the score

So if you really want me to bury the hatchet

The base of your skull is where I choose to stash it!

LukeCoomer ©


  • Author: LukeCoomer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 16th, 2017 03:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31


  • orchidee

    Doh! I had a sense that this was where the hatchet was going to end up in this poem, before I read the last line!
    I was about to comment 'As long you don't bury it in my skull!'

    • LukeCoomer

      Hahahahaha!!! I'm sorry Orchidee! Lol

    • Goldfinch60

      Very strong write, that last line was full of passion.

      • LukeCoomer

        Thank you so much!

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