I am an empty lot in a town whose inhabitants have been forced to evacuate. Your interest was feigned, I wish you were able to reciprocate. My empty vessel sails the seas, searching for the path its lost. You were the one who knew the price of everything, but rarely knew the cost. The tragic turns I took led to my premature demise. Our love dissipated long ago, without the beauty of reprise. My soul has wandered the earth, becoming restless in its wake. Immaturity was what crossed the line, why was it so difficult to return the love that you would take? I falter as my heart skips a beat; love is indeed a two way street. I felt naked as you stripped me of my due respect. You made me feel so weak, powerless like an insect. I reprimand you for your mistreatment of my kind and noble ways. You set my world on fire, and then left it ablaze. Now these fires burn, leaving my world so barren and cold. You have bid me adieu, and found some other to hold. I chased you like a dream that was slightly out of reach; I berate you for the lessons I have learnt, though you rarely practised what you'd preach. I have come so far now, no point in carrying on. The remnants of our memories have long since withdrawn. I resent that I was a mere pawn in your evil game of chess. Still, I confess that I will eternally remain the one that loved you best. My hopes have been put to rest; my permanent smile removed to reveal an ugly frown. I have lost all signs of life, my thoughts are often filled with strife. I am now the sole resident of my self-imposed ghost town.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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