Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Poetry: With Cold Eyes You Judge Me

With cold eyes you judge me
casting guilt and hurt in my teeth.
You burn me with words
and freeze me with your touch.

You do not understand me
you never have.
You always played up to me
stringing me along and along.

The strings were like barbed wire
your lies making them strong as steel.
They bit deep, drawing blood,
as you danced me around.

Now I lay broken,
cast down to the ground.
You lost your amusement in me
and threw me away like garbage.

No one wants what you have left,
no one wants the emptiness inside me.
I weep in the corner
for the life you stole from me.

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