There’s nothing in my heart that is left to say or that I want to, though I know that picture of yours, still etched somewhere in my heart, reminding me of you and us, staring into me, piercing my soul like you once did. All of that love has turned into something unnamed. I can’t even tell what’s more intoxicating or what was? You or this feeling I still have. A feeling I can’t embrace, a feeling I can’t withdraw, of something lost, or someone or me? I thought it was just my heart, but I was wrong all along, you took some thing more precious. And I still don’t know, how did I let you slip by through the walls I made so high? How you reached to what I thought was just mine and once there you battered it, something of that everything I ever had. Withering away all of that, piece by piece, how I wish if it was just my heart and nothing else and nothing more. I tried holding on for so long, until you wrecked it all. I put in all the trust I had and you crumbled it all. All the pieces of my life that made me whole, you annihilated. All of them, Until you reached the last piece, and you took away me from me, you snatched what I believed was just mine, and you disappeared like you were never there.
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