you cannot kill me again.

i tried to scream but my head was underwater,
your tides come to my shore for slaughter.
dry lips and soaked cheeks show my bad sleeps,
from words which sit but do not speak.
i should’ve been a nightmare, not a dream.
should’ve seen what i could feel inside,
there’s just nowhere to hide.

i let it burn for they are no longer my concern,
faces show the retched memories, lessons i must learn.
maybe the dust will settle once the bridges burn,
maybe i’ll learn to love again without loving in vain,
without speaking your name.
you should see how my hands shake,
from rewriting my best mistakes.

to anyone who might care, 
i think i’ll be safe here.
from the clutches of your massacre.
you told me i’ll never lay down with hope again,
told me i’d spend my days going insane.
if they knew what they said will go straight to my head,
what would they speak of instead?

was i reckless to care, was i stupid to know,
that i had fallen for a lie.
one that cut me open and set fire to my insides.
guess we reap what we sow, maybe i’ll find my way home.
away from the treachery your tongue held,
away from the tears and bloodshed.
you must know that you cannot kill me again.

~maysablogs