My Monster

My Monster 6-25-07

I walk this world alone
Cold and empty
scared and insecure.
How could she do this?
Why?
Chew me up
Spit me out
Build Me Up
Tear me down.
This fire of hate burns deep in my intestine.
Makes my stomach turn with inexorable memories.
The light from my eyes has grown dim
And the essence of my love turned bitter.
My guilt eats me alive
And my innocence will be my demise.
Her absence still stings
As the poison that so effortlessly drips from her lips slay my heart.
She will most certainly be the death of me.
I am of no importance to her,
Nor am I of any worth.
Her fangs of distress sink deep in my throat
And choke my will and strength to live.
Her claws of deceit stab my lungs
And suffocates my clarity of mind.
She kills me inside and out.
Destroys everything I’ve worked so hard to maintain.
Will she ever love me?
Will her hugs ever fill me with warmth?
Will her words ever ring true?
Or will she only return to pull this machete out of my back?