tired of your lies
they scar me deeply
and cut me down to size
these burns aren't healing.
do you look away while hurting me
while you twist the knife
and feel the blood on your hands
or do you enjoy my pain?
you looked me in the eyes
while that lie
rolled of your tongue
and off your lips.
It was nothing to you
and yet it was everything to me.
my eyes; climbing the curtains
running across the hardwood floor
and ending up back
in the gaze of your evil stare.
I can't look away
but I tear myself and my heart
out of your palm
I stumble backwards
with my heart in my hand
and I attempt to stich it back
into my chest.

ooh i like this. i like this part:

my eyes; climbing the curtains
running across the hardwood floor
and ending up back
in the gaze of your evil stare.

I like the whole "climbing the curtains" part.

That was a pretty good poem, good work and keep on posting.