My eyes adored you as you entered the frame, I was drawn to you like moth to flame. Months turned into years as we smiled to hide the tears. Pushed turned into shove, as we fell further out of love. You came along when I needed a saviour, but left me instead with a taste I could not savour. You vowed to reciprocate my love with gratitude but often failed to return the favour. You broke my heart, shattered it into a million little pieces. I sacrificed my self respect from the start, as you failed to see that love unreturned only decreases. My failure to note that you were secondhand, the jaded victim of another man forced me into this mess that refuses to succeed, as you line your pockets with money and replace our love with greed. You suspect my every motive, with your conscience full of guilt, as the flowers in our garden continue to die and wilt. I have lost my will to fight, as you deployed emotional blackmail to rob me of my light. Often harassed me with your malice, led me through your rabbit hole as if my name were Alice. I entered a world so enchanted on first sight that my heart beat in delight until you started to incite. This Wonderland felt nothing, if not grand and even better as you held my foolish little hand. You fought a war with words and stabbed me with love's knife. It cut so deep and gutted me to the core, making me abhor the feelings that I had stored. I cursed you out, tornadoes filled the room as I sat and cut my finger on the tangled web that you had loomed. Slept for so long, that I lost my sanity and song; stripped me bare and rewrote the words to my life and entitled it despair. I can no longer resume this tumultuous affair, that has cost me my fortunes and made me so frail. You were my greatest contender, my Queen of Hearts, as you blackened my soul and tore my world apart. We were a fairy's tale but one written for the blind, and only in braille. Our ship had long ago set sail, swallowed like Jonah in the emptiness of a whale.
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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