Etched Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

Etched



Your razor
Cuts deeply;
It etched
My arms.

Your the
Only thing
That saved
Me from
Myself.

Your love
Scars me;
It etched
My heart.

The poisoned
Love I have
Is not there;
Non-existant.

Your words
Penetrate;
It etched
My mind.

Your hurtful
Words echo
In my
Hollow head.

Your bruises
Hurt more
Than ever;
They etched
My skin.

Your angry
Outbursts
I will
Never forget.

My tears
Silently fell;
They etched
My cheeks.

I hide in
My room,
Vacancy filling
It up.

My pain
Torches;
It etched
My insides.

It courses
Through my
Veins,
Burning me
From the
Inside out.

My mind
Flashes back;
It etched
My memory.

Remembering
You is still
So painful
For me.

My body
Aches with exhaustion;
It etched
My confidence.

You reject
Me so harshly,
Too hard to
Think about you
Anymore.

You leaving
Was the worst;
It etched
My life.

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