Venom
(I stand there motionless barely breathing.
These words he spit at me so lethal they burn holes in my chest.
They get down to my throat and I spit 'em like venom, He bleeds.
Never pictured a death more anguish than thee.
A kill to the heart, mind, body and soul then flee.
Leaving him there to care for a cold so bleak in his soul.
Lying behind those tired eyes, a story untold .
It unfolds revealing a deceit so cleverly done.
A hurt by a lover so hard to fathom.
The pain I feel can't be imagined.
I feel the venom rushing back into my veins, I bleed.)
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