Every Friday, I’m going to post a poem that resonates with me from one of my fellow bloggers or from other sources. Actually, this poem has been long due and I just got around to making a post about it now that the timing is right.
Bitter struck me (hard) when I read it. It’s really a beautiful poem by Welx and it shows how, even though we try to deny it, we will still always have that “bitter” part of us that we can never entirely resist.
Enjoy it with your favorite cup of coffee (or tea)…
Bitter
My name is bitter and my drug of choice is the past
My host has lied and dressed me up as burning sass
She walks through life like she’s living bliss
Cause she’d rather choke than admit that I exist
She dips her pain in bravery
Making me her king in slavery
She seeks for ways to kill me
Because I refuse to let her free
I was born at a time when trust was broken
Now I dance in her body as her hurt’s token
The world won’t let, they won’t let her feel it though
Because a strong woman can never let herself go
So she dips her pain in bravery
Making me her king in slavery
She seeks for ways to kill me
Because I refuse to let her free
She tells her friends that she’s over it
But she wishes that he suffers like she did
I know that she doesn’t want him again
Because all she yearns for is to have me dead
Source: Bitter | Welx
(Featured photo by Benjamin Combs)