And On The Seventh Day

By JensGoneMad

She broke his heart
Her mind was broken
She grabbed the knife
He cracked her open

He left her lonely
She was leaving anyway
He grabbed the razor
She had nothing to say

Her shadow close behind
She drug him through fire
He clinched to her coat tail
While screaming your a liar

He held onto that knife
She used to rip out his insides
Kept it under his pillow
For safe keeping each night

She tied the rope above the bed
The bed covered in her shame
The one they bought to share
He left everything the same

Placing his hand into the fire
His hands melted to her feet
She took him with her everyday
The smoke smelling of deceit

The blood trickled down her hand
The razor digging in her skin
The one he used to nip away
At all she had done to him

Inspired by meeting You

By:Jennifer Denise English
(With your help of course)

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Published on Sunday, July 26, 2020. Filed under: "Personal" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

My truth, our story.

Comments on "And On The Seventh Day"

On Saturday, August 8, 2020, JensGoneMad (44) wrote:

Thank you everyone. This one was painful.
On Sunday, July 26, 2020, JustAnEarlyBird (39) wrote:

I feel like this poem is saying its one or the other's fault for each other's self harm/ harmful behaviors. Its a sad piece, and I know personally how true it can feel... However, in case you, the author needs to hear this, you can't take the blame for someone else's self harm/suicide, nor someone else for you. It's so easy to place blame, but mental health is such a finicky and tricky opponent... its hard enough managing our own without taking the blame for someone else's, don't you think?
On Tuesday, August 4, 2020, franticNfrowzy (8) wrote:

Raw & real, I love it