(8/6/15)
Our love was a fire until you met her.
You burned me out and left me to fade.
But I can't sweep the ashes away.
The broken glass, it never melted away.
It shattered my heart when it began to decay.
Before you met her, we'd come so far.
I'd just began to smile again.
You bandaged my heart when you bandaged my arms.
You held me when I fell apart.
But now I'm standing here in the ashes.
Wondering why you put out our fire.
Glass sinks deep into my feet.
Dampening the ashes when I start to bleed.
The remains, stuck to the ground, are stuck with me.
Our love was a fire, burning brighter than the others.
Now it's a pile of ashes,
like my long deceased grandmother.
We cremated her in 2011.
Like her, you're in my thoughts with every second.
You were the only two who came close to loving me.
Both of you left, except she's left for heaven.
You left me for a slut in fishnets,
who's barely a size seven.
I wish I listened when she warned me about love.
She said I wasn't old enough, even back then.
She knew I'd get hurt, I didn't want it to happen.
But now I know, and all I've got...
Are ashes.
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My Scars Exposed #wattys2018
Poetry"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to...
