FREE VERSE Poem: It Doesn’t Always Work Out, by Qwillian Ferne

The cut was made by one who loved
One who loved deeply and truly the
One that they cut, they took it upon
Themselves to suture the wound with
The best of intentions, never meaning
Harm

But the one who loved was never
Very good for the one they loved
Tearing at the wound with every
Suture, ripping once pristine skin
Into shredded bits of lost love and
Regret

The one they loved had once loved
Them too, but by now it was so tired
Of all the pain that they caused and
No longer had the energy to love them
Back, no longer had the ability to truly
Care

It had never loved them the same
Way but it had once loved them,
Long ago before it had been utterly
Maimed nearly beyond recognition
But the lines between had long since
Blurred

It was so tired of letting them tear
Selfishly at its skin, they didn’t mean
To be selfish and it knew that but
When they tore open its chest to eat
Its heart, it couldn’t find any reason
Why

They wanted it to love them with
All of its heart and so they had to
Pull it to pieces to keep it for their
Own personal use, no matter how
They knew how terrible the behavior
Is

And they did know, they knew
Almost as well as it did, but it
Felt the pain from it all more
Than they did, the guilt of them
Would never transcend the pain of
It

They couldn’t help the way they
Were and nor could it help its
Forgiving nature, its desire to
Help them be better, but they
Would always be selfish
So

Turning away from one another
Was the only option but it was
Slow, they never managed to
Forget one another, and despite
All the pain, leaving them was
Hard.