I hate it.
I hate the sound of it.
It used to be ravishing,
A melody when it escaped your lips.
You whispered it in my ear,
You cried it out loud in the night.
It was safe upon your tongue.
But then you went in
And spat it out.
Your voice when pronouncing it
Was the most familiar whisper.
Now I loathe it.
Now it's dangerous.
Now I know I'll never hear it again.
Don't say it out loud.
Don't pretend.
You broke me once.
You broke me twice.
But now I'm done.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...