Dimmed light bulbs,

Blood stains drip

On off-white walls

Shocked by your grip

 

That holds me hostage

Unable to escape

Tied in bondage

Lips covered in tape

 

You suffocate me

Beneath unclear water

Immersed completely

As if this heart, does not matter.

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I once heard a break up, is like getting out of a bathtub. Eventually you feel like you’ve had enough and you get out.

 

©aishaadamspoetry

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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