Did a part of you die,
When you submitted yourself?
Time and time again, telling a lie?
To him, to her - yourself?

Cover yourself up,
You're better than this.
Get up off the ground.
I'd never, never - I wish.

Look at your eyes? There's nothing behind them.
Magnetic black holes, pulling.
Drawing in, a total mystery.
But nothing ever returns.

Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...