The colour of my swollen heart is so blue and as cold as ice.
It use to be full of desire and love for you until you broke it with your lies.
The crimson that it use to shine for you has bleed and faded now.
The walls have decayed.
It's starting to become black.
The emotions it held are grey.
Everything is slipping slowly, oh so slowly away.
YOU ARE READING
After You Left
Poetrycomplete poetry collection, over 70 poems from my darkest times and issues with love
