POEM: Frissons


I filled a space for you 
Passed the time 
Was a sacrificial lamb to you 
Paused my life 
played your own 
I made our house a home.

You first, me last 
My hopes, my dreams,
A thing of the past.

A kiss
A catalyst 
"Frissons" you said 
You'd never felt more alive 
I'd never felt less dead.

You got the last laugh 
Walked all over my path 
Went back to your old life 
Left me with the heart knife 

You wanted me 
I needed you 
We were never gold, never glitter 
I'd take sweet revenge if I wasn't so bitter.

Jack D. Murphy

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