this
Location
this is the sound of
your razor-blade betrayal
shredding through my trust.
there is nothing like
the bittersweet sting of your
honey-coated lies.
this is how it felt
when i reached out for your hand
and you let me go.
this is the flow of
salt from self-inflicted wounds.
i didn't want this.
there is nothing more
sickening than the beat of
my heart in my head;
nothing more dreadful
than hearing my blood rushing
where my thoughts should be.
you let me shiver
from exposure to your games,
and you called this love.
i call this heartbreak.
i call this losing my faith.
you call this goodbye.