You were a beautifully broken nightmare subduing the lingering
echoes of my silent screams. Casting shadows of hope over my
heart with soft whispers of indifference to my soul, yet as
your ardent embrace cascaded around me, I don't think, I enjoy
the thought of the bittersweet poison we've come to know as love.
The mistakes of you are now tattooed on my heart, they've
scabbed over and are nothing more than a scar that reminds
me of the inconsistent pains of your absence.
The history of harms etched into my heart are enshrouded with
insecurity and laced with a subjugated fear. Each painful
revelation that has ravaged my thoughts pierces my soul with
fractured shards of jaded madness.
Hoping you fell through the cracks, I thought to try and
understand how a deceived heart makes you question your
value-then I realized it's because your soul loved like
you have never been hurt before.
As I drown in a wake of pain, this shattered love crumbles in
the spring of my brooding bitterness. My once-blind and unbiased
soul, the basement of which is where dreams of you first began,
has come to know truth in being humbled. As I begin my fall from
grace, I cannot help but wonder where all of my tomorrows lie.
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