Does the hurt you caused me ever sucker punch you unexpectedly?
Do you ever feel enveloped by a storm of sadness?
Do you ever wonder if I’ve wanted to die because of it?
Your broken promises are splinters of glass in my mind
“I’ll never hurt you” – the salt in my wounds
Do you ever have to stifle screams of terror at night
As the memories choke you with their icy hands
Their bony fingers squeezing the throat your lips often caressed
Silent tears flow as panic threatens to turn to hate
“I’m sorry” – the word I damn to Hell
I try to sleep to silence the voices in my head
My rest plagued by inescapable rooms
Every door I open leads to another dungeon of heartache
My bed is cold, a sanitized, steel slab
You make the Y-incision with the diamond of her engagement ring
Did she stand beside you as you cracked my ribs
To remove my still-beating heart?
Our end: your start