New Poem by Sally Walker

A feeling I've never experienced before.
One created by you.
Not the one I strive for.
The you that is too revolting for me.
The you that makes me feel nauseous.
The you that makes me seal my lips to stop the vomit from escaping.
The vomit that is your words.
Your voice.
Your deeds
Your lies.
Once told as you looked into my eyes.
No goodbyes.
Only sighs.
From the despise
I've grown for you
While you woo another,
My thoughts spread like butter on warm bread.
Did I stutter?
When I warned you that you'd caught yourself in the gutter?
Did my words not flutter from my mouth like butterflies finally escaping their cocoon?
Freely and hopefully?
Did I not give you chance after chance?
Forgiving
And kind?
Did I not love you
properly?
Did I not do anything?
Did I not try?
Because I believe that I was not shy,
With my words.
With my thoughts.
I'd given time.
Effort.
Everything.
All
A
Waste.
Now I speak hastily.
No more second chances.
No more dances around the shortcut.
I'm getting rid of you mutt.
I don't need this feeling of hatred.
It's new to me for a reason.