Sunday Stanza: Poem Five- Until We Killed Me By Hannah Williams

At this hour I learnt to weep silently.
Sitting in the silence.
Speaking with my darkness.
My remedy for a broken heart.
A heart that had nothing but love to give.
It bleeds… now.
Has a rhythm of your rejection.
A symptom of neglection.
You sliced it with silence.
Without remorse you walked away.
Though yesterday you promised we’ll mend it today.
I was waiting till you’d come back to me.
But that was the death of me.
I’m dead.
I lay lifeless and cold.
With nowhere to go.
I’m stuck in limbo.
With the heavens above me and hell beneath me.
I could have chose.
Until we killed me.