death of a girl
 

it begins with the worm of jealousy
writhing in agonizing contortions
in the pulp of the heart
devouring truths and memories
until the fabric of once-love
is nothing more than a riddled rag
that slips through the fingers
of forgiveness
and forever reeks of betrayel
the heart, in mortal spasms calls
out to the mind and body
it's life flashing before
dying eyes
remembering in lover's fashion
the adoration
and the passion
thus it beats much faster now
pouring forth blood-washed scenes
recited once in love
now gasping in the flood
pleading to be reborn
only to suffocate slowly amidst
the filth and the wreckage
of the dying heart
poison blackens what remains
hate turns the heart to ash
curdles the blood
still in the veins
one last feeble beat
this, too, shall pass?

who knows it could pass :)

I enjoyed your poem

I liked it too... Thanks for sharing

I'm sad right now, but reading your work and doing some of my own writing is helping. Thanks

that was absolutly beautiful. your words flow so easily off the tongue, without straining to understand what you are saying, because your words are so simple and honest. thankyou

Beautiful work. Thanks for sharing!

I thought that was fantastic. Though I think it could be a little easier to read if you used some punctuation or capitalization.

I look forward to reading more of your work.