You will rot in my tears

I want to see the glass below your feet shatter and watch you crumble into the same emptiness I felt anytime I was in the same room as you. Whenever your name slips out of my mouth I taste the bitterness of the hatred you hide from the rest of the world, you taught me what it means to bleed without a wound. The love I was meant to feel curled into venom that now runs through my veins, I have no sympathy for your pain and when you die I'll spit on your grave along with the shadows you cast across everything I built for myself. Your presence poisons the rooms of the house I was promised to be protected in. When I was sick you were nowhere to be seen, unless you wanted to break the rest of my bones I waited to heal so I could hold out my arms for you, I'll cut my wrist and wipe the blood on your favorite shirt maybe then you'll have an understanding of why I was so hurt.