You were held captive, like an injured bird in my cage. You were too often the victim of my misdirected rage. I do not know how to act in this purgatorial stage, as our love was once so magical as if enchanted by a sage. I look into your eyes and see that they are ablaze. Yet I feign ignorance and pretend that you are not phased. I hypnotized you with my lies and left you mesmerized in a daze. If I could turn back time, I would rewind to when you were still amazed. I tore your heart to pieces, as shrapnel filled the air. I am beguiled and inveigled by your unforgiving stare. Like a child you are so pure, no other can compare. I just cannot accept that this is the end of our torrid love affair. You saved me from the darkness that threatened to devour me whole. My Notre Dame has fallen as its bell has ceased to toll. Justice must be served for your happiness that I continuously stole. You are my sole source of sustenance as I drink from your bowl. My hair falls out in clumps as I grieve my greatest loss. I fell off the bridge on my noble path, although it could have been so simple for me to get across. I wish I had paid more attention to my heart, the one that you worked so hard to defrost. My future feels so grim and bleak, now that all of your boundaries I have crossed. I am covered in filth as I sit devastated and full of guilt. Even after your trust had been rebuilt, I stubbornly refused to make amends for all the blood that I continued to spill. I am your greatest misfortune, the coward that now wilts. Sanctimoniously clad in hypocrisy in its lowest form. I celebrate you for your unfaltering ability to keep me warm. One day you will notice all the ways that love has transformed. I am no longer a sinner, I have finally been reborn.
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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