Hell Has Never Seen Anyone Like Me

Hell Has Never Seen Anyone Like Me
A Poem By Sarah-McKeever Hitt

Hell has never seen anyone like me
when my tortured mind sends me to do
the craziest things
From the moment I took you on
I was unable to be the wide eyed one in wonder
and now I have no choice but to love you.

Just pretend that I was not so damaged
when you found me and
maybe when you put me back on the streets
I won't be half as broken as I would have been
had we never met.

Between you and me I can not hold you
when all I think is how you want to push my arm away
even though you tell me that I am crazy
I can't listen because he who came before you
did just that, and then he was gone.

If we are being honest in this lifetime
there is no hiding from the future.
But what is not written on my face is
how I have always lied to fit in where I was not meant
to be and truthfully I got accustomed to deciet

Pity falls upon those who get in above their heads
and all your friends feel sorry for you now.
I hate to say I told you so
and you shoot back with those eyes that send me shivering
into a night I am not used to being caught in
One where you wait with me until the sun.

Hell has never seen anyone like me
holding tight as you kick me in my face
revolting out loud that you know not who you mess with
fuming with gratitude as I look at you
with that smirk on your face as you shake your head
making a liar of me again.