Your tongue dripped venom sweetly like candied words
wrapped in the prettiest of dressings.
You promised me that you loved me but then you sent
your comments racing through the air like lashings,
that kept biting at my skin until I was left with battle scars
from the fights I never saw coming.
I remember when you used to hug me tightly like real wanting,
warm arms wrapped protectively around my shoulders.
But in the end I couldn't hold on to you-
because these memories were only written in the
language of my mind.
Framed artwork I created while I slept with my fingers
curled into the pillows I wished were your limbs.
You were never there.