like cigarette smoke;
poison sliding through
my lips and coating
my lungs.
chains wrapped
around my wrists,
shackling me to you.
you did not care about me,
you did not care about me,
you did not care about me.
you have used me;
manipulated my feelings
and used it to heal your own
damaged soul at my expense,
you never cared about me,
all you wanted was the
attention that my love-starved
heart was willing to give you.
and now I am traumatised.
I flinch at the idea of loving,
stay away from anything
even resembling it.
something so pure and
innocent has been tainted
for me, and now I no longer
welcome it with open arms.
Author: Isabel Cruz
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: writer / poet / talented crier & escapist / constantly anxious / mental health advocate
Link to social media or website: Instagram @Isabel.dcruz
Photo by Kinga Cichewicz on Unsplash
