My Darling

My darling, my darling—
Your words are like a sin
They’ve delved to my insides
Eaten away what’s within

My darling, my darling—
Your words are like knives
Cutting away at my consciousness
‘Till I doubt I’m alive

My darling, my darling—
You words are like stones
Creating so many bruises
Each time they are thrown

My darling, my darling—
Your words are like ropes
Binding my limbs with promises
And stealing away all hope

My darling, my darling—
Your lies are salvation
Through the deceit
They cure this mental patient.

Chantrea Johari
19 April 2006