My eyes
cannot see
your lies.
Everything you've spewed out up until now,
I allowed them to sweep me away
assuming,
believing,
trusting,
that you were brushing me
gracefully into your arms,
only to fall,
sink,
deep into a hole, null and void of the
you
I’ve felt
in my chest,
on my skin,
with my soul.
You’ve quaked my heart,
trembling, shuddering, breaking it apart
like a parasite
taking root into the bare ground,
churning muscle and
bursting
blood vessels.
And I lay on our bed
bleeding out
while your roots continue to grow
digging deeper,
deeper,
into me.
I've sung all of your best hits,
carried all your heaviest burdens.
Weighed down but
floating
on cloud nine.
So tell me all your greatest lies
Or don’t.
I’ll believe them all anyways.
Part of the collab I'm doing (about, you guessed it, the death of love -- still open to collaborators!)
I'm not quite certain on the title - I'd love suggestions
Please give me some criticism and feedback, feels like its not enough 🤧
Also would love to see interpretations -- they really help me understand if I've conveyed my message well!
there’s something haunting about the root and parasite imagery, especially when you describe bleeding out on the bed while they keep digging deeper into you. It’s vivid and painful in a good way. But if I will say something, the opening lines, “My eyes cannot see your lies,” felt a bit too familiar, like I’ve heard it before, and I think you could start stronger, maybe jump right into the falling or the roots to pull the reader in faster. Some lines, like “assuming, believing, trusting,” could also be sharper, right now they feel a little repetitive without adding much, but I know it’s in the beginning stages so I’m excited to see the full piece 

+ the title it’s fun, maybe a tad on the nose I really like the first part “From the Death of Love” some suggestions for the second half: The Shape of Hate , Rooted in Lies,