An email I will never send

Here is an email I will never send
Layering my tastebuds with bitter lament
Angry and relieved
At times hard to breathe
With every word ever spoken
As each promise and swear is broken
Ringing in deafening tones
Lonesome but harrowing moans
As I replay every I love you
And roll over every I miss you
Just to learn freedom was your wish
And I was your enslaved bitch
That believed to the very essence you walked on water
And now as I am drowning away you have sauntered
To a life without me in it
Another promise you never meant
I begin to wonder if any of it was true
Or a spell that you thought wouldn’t undo
And to your dismay it quickly unraveled
And I saw the truth come down with the gavel
I was just a whore to keep you company at night
And to war I would gladly go to fight
I feel like a game that you loved to abuse
And I ate it up not knowing the ruse
I was one of many to be played
My heart strung up on your shelf to display
And what I had given you I never got back
When it was your pride and ego under attack
And now I am scattered across the floor
Broken into pieces, feeling like the whore
When I loved you with more than you ever really gave
And the more I loved the more I craved
But you never really wanted me to be yours
It was just something you did with all of us whores
Every word you ever said was really a lie
And once again I won’t hit send to give you a goodbye
K.H. ©️ 2021

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Garden of Bones

Bury me in a garden of bones
Where souls reach out with harrowed moans
Wrap me in silk and lay me to rest
With whispered promises and deep breaths
And fill my grave with lilacs and tulips
And feed the darkness slowly brewing
For the moonlight beckons me to breathe
And tries to awaken my buried memories
Of hallowed reverie and haunted nights
Of Stolen sighs and sultry lies
As fire and ice wrapped me in bliss
With a siren’s kiss upon my lips
And as I blued from poison drips
My rosy cheeks greyed in quips
And a hand reached out for my aching soul
To lead me away from the horrors untold
And I walked with Death but not in fear
And watched the moments play out queer
The moment my fate had been sealed
And by your hand I would be killed
Now here I am stripped bare in the frigid air
As your hands brush the dirt from my hair
And you leave me in this chaotic state
A single sound I cannot make
Alive inside screaming to be heard
But the silent sorrows echoed interred
Eyes wide open but greyed with death
As I quietly plead for one more breath

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Roll the bones–poetry

Roll the Bones

Thine sweet lips will never brush upon my face

Thine soft skin will never feel my hand again

Thine brown eyes will never gaze upon mine

Instead I’m riddled with thine bones of rhyme

And bones indeed I use to decipher lies

Casting them into darkness sublime

Divining the truth and solace of man

Thine bones cast an eerie shadow within my hand

The color of death wraps up my wrist

Tattooing darkness upon my skin

A mark of death doth it brings

A lullaby of the reaper doth it sing

Thine bones of death doth spin a tale

Of us being together do they tell

In a shallow grave buried within a casket of gold

Where our bones shall intermingle and be as one

A recipe of death etched on the notches of thine joints

Etchings engraved deep to make a point

The future filled in death and woe

Is what I read when I roll thine bones

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