Crimson Scars

By Lakshmi Yasheca Sanka

Waiting for the time

When my dream comes true.

I don’t know if it’s

Any good for you.

When you try getting back,

You think I’m gonna accept

The person who left me

Unaddressed — uh, ah.

The poison you fed me

Was sharper than I imagined.

You wore kindness like a mask —

Beneath it, a heartless storm.

Your smile — a spell, a hypnotizer —

Drew me close,

And I fell,

Helpless in your trap.

Used. Discarded.

Shattered like a mirror left to crack

On cold, unforgiving stone.

You pretended like

You were in love.

All you did was

Stabbing my heart.

You never realized

How much pain it caused,

Cause you were a psychopath

Who had no heart.

By Lakshmi Yasheca Sanka