When you left, you created a wreck
A wreck of something that you helped to create
You left a little boy behind you in your wake
And every night he wakes
Crying, screaming, dreaming about you
When you left, you left one heart:
Half of mine and half of his
And although what's left of my heart is reserved for him
A piece of his still holds a yearning for you that I can never fully ease
When you walked away, you destroyed a boy from the inside out
Leaving me to pick up the pieces
And try my hardest to make them fit together once more
You will never know the cost of your own footsteps
Of what abandonment feels like to a ten tear old
It would be bold of me to say I hate your fucking guts
But my hate is not nearly as strong
As that boy you left behind
YOU ARE READING
Words, Words, Words
PoetryThe title pretty much covers the basics of what this is. It's words (x3). My words, specifically. There are poems, short stories, little random paragraphs, slam poems, a whole shitload of things. So read if you want to (or don't).
