I-
I can feel my bottom lip quivering
I clench my jaw
-Don't.
Tears accumulating, pushing, forcing me to feel what I desperately try to suffocate inside, it echoes;
Unloved and undeserving,
Here she stands, before you, in all her glory,
The spotlight of shame glistening against her crystal eyes,
With violet beds draped beneath
Unloved and undeserving,
Withering away to flesh and bones
Hoping to resemble his objects of affection.
A sigh,
A resounding truth trembles within the depths of the soul;
Unrequited was your past, unrequited are you now, unrequited will your very being turn to dust.
YOU ARE READING
CRUMBLE
PoetryI watched my marriage crumble before my eyes. I watched my husband fade into a ghost of the man I fell in love with. Within the pain and suffering I wrote these lines.
