You Stain My Heart Black - Poem by Jayana Rochelle
then color it rose again
but just when I believe I'm safe
you take your
and spill on the anger of a thousand men.
Then return to me with a grin and squeeze me tenderly
until your hold is suffocating
leaving prints on me.
Rubbing them off with a stare
heart full of doublethink
Do you wish to paint me green
or compel me rot and stink?
when your job is done
my heart consumed in black
it will turn on you without regret
yes...I will get you back.
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