Bittersweet Love
Bittersweet love
By Laila BlackWolf
Each day the passes, I look in the mirror
I see a girl staring back at me
With every minute, every second that ticks by
I rebel against him
I ask myself, has there always been a way out?
Can anyone save me?
His words are like knives that are thrown at me
He is making me bleed!
Vines with thorns wrap around me
Squeezing and piercing my skin
It’s hard to breathe or spread my wings
He suffocates me and drags me down
Into a pit of depression and hopelessness
I wonder if I can escape this
Is there peace in this hell?
I’ll keep fighting but is it worth it anymore?
Can anyone save me?
His words are like knives that are thrown at me
He is making me bleed!
Vines with thorns wrap around me
Squeezing and piercing my skin
It’s hard to breathe or spread my wings
There is no love in this place
Only hate reflect from his eyes
With so much lies and pain
I swear I am not guaranteed a tomorrow
His words are like knives that are thrown at me
He is making me bleed!
Vines with thorns wrap around me
Squeezing and piercing my skin
It’s hard to breathe or spread my wings
No one is here
No one hears me
And no one can save me
This is my Bittersweet love
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.