Your...

Your lies are as sharp as the blade I wish I could use,

To expose the blood that you make boil inside of me.

Your eyes are as piercing as my screams that I shout

While trying to wake from this nightmare of you.

Your love is about as false as the smile I wear,

When we’re surrounded by your friends.

Your rough lips do more damage than

The fists you land upon my moistened cheek.

Your heart is colder than bare skin being

Thrashed by a winter wind.

Maybe when I find my voice,

And when you finally decide to listen,

I’ll beg you to stop.

A/N- I wrote this in like five minutes. I know it's not all that great, and the rhythm might be off a little. I think this one can really be improved, so let me know how. Thanks! :)