The Bitter-Sweet Divide
The space between breathing in and selling out
Lying to the one person I am destined to love, my soul begins to die,
A shadow of a revised vision, a reflection I simply cannot recognise.
Choking on lies, she cannot breathe as she crawls into my nest of lies and deceit.
Disguising pain in hope has become her nightmare on repeat.
I am validated by my pride, as I sharpen the swords between my teeth and ignore the decay within my mind.
She accepts the scars that plague my mind - yet, I have poisoned myself to feel the bitter-sweet divide.
Bleeding life into haunted memories I am destined to relive.
Not caring to be different, I dare to take the soul that I am unable to give.
Both of us unable to feel the space between breathing in and selling out,
She chokes on my hatred - A feeling I can't live without.
Shedding a tear for the one I love, for she will die before I let her go,
I am the bruise beneath her skin and she evokes my anger below.
Her and I we are the same - when she breaks down I expire.
To find the end of this madness is the only thing I desire.
JX
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Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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Comments (2)
The battle between love and self-destruction is palpable, and your expression of the bitter-sweet divide is both poignant and wrenching. Well done! ❤
Omgggg, it hit me so hard when you revealed they are the same person. That's like so sad but we sometimes do have the tendency to be too hard on ourselves 🥺