I’ve milked all the pain

And aches i possibly could

From the hell you dragged me through

To turn you into poetry

And it has left me

Bone dry

 

You’ve cloaked me

In dull soaked apathy

And now its hard for me

To find metaphors in anything

At all

 

I sold my soul to you

Who has buried

It so far into the ground

I don’t have the willpower

To even try

To resurface

 

So i’ll lay here

With dirt under my fingernails

Watching for another vile

Thing you have done

That I can turn into

Callused stanzas

And sign my name beneath it

 

I hope you find these

Someday

And i hope it buries you

Even deeper