He doesn't love you

A poem by Anonymous, 16, Gisborne

A poem by Anonymous, 16, Gisborne

I will soon be a witness to a crime

Does it make me a criminal if I recline and watch between the eaves?

She regards his touch like velvet

She doesn’t know that those places his lips grazed will become brands on her skin

She is oblivious to his ownership of the hollows of her neck

She will fall prey to his words, his promises that are as empty as the bottles of Absolut confettied across my carpet

He will be the tears of mercury in her bloodstream

She reassures herself that he is the reason behind her smile

But you will see Tartarus on the brink of your vision when he destroys you

He doesn’t love you

How can he when he never loved himself?

I will soon be a witness to a crime

Does it make me a criminal if I recline and watch between the eaves?

She regards his touch like velvet

She doesn’t know that those places his lips grazed will become brands on her skin

She is oblivious to his ownership of the hollows of her neck

She will fall prey to his words, his promises that are as empty as the bottles of Absolut confettied across my carpet

He will be the tears of mercury in her bloodstream

She reassures herself that he is the reason behind her smile

But you will see Tartarus on the brink of your vision when he destroys you

He doesn’t love you

How can he when he never loved himself?

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