Thank you for letting me grow roots
so that you could be the storm that
riped me away from the earth that
i grew so comfortable to.
Thanks for letting me walk 1,000
miles just for you to wash it away
like foot print in the sand when the
tide comes in
for treating my life like dandy line
fluff blowing it away on a wish for
a fresh start that alway turned out
to be roten and expired.
thank you for the place in my heart
that is numb to the pain you caused
the numbness sproted long ago like
the rootless tree that i am but this
tree did not bring life only bitterness
leaving fruit that is left untoched, unwanted.
thank you for the poison tunge
that lashed out others who did not
deserve my anger
for not just giving me armor but
but spikes as if i was broken
glasse and anyone how tried
to pick up would cut themselves
thank you for the empty promese
you gave ''this time ill stay'',
''ill be their'', ''i promise'' but its
not your fault you did not know of
the pain you caused every time you
recited your list. but it dose not
matter now , i am numb.
you did know of the scar
on my tounge every time
i held my words in.
thank you for the thred of
pain i con sew together to
make this poem.
but i dont thank you for the
fact that i ant hait you because
every time i look at you i see a
broken mirro i see me i rlise no
one was able to fix you ethier and
im sorry but if let you back in to my
heart the pice of me that is left unbitter
will be gone
i will be left