She spoke.
Her tongue swirled.
Bringing a hurricane along.Her words formed.
My heart deformed.They broke me down to a million pieces.
Those million pieces screamed as they were broken to another million.She had a talent to break.
She had an art to tore.Was it just a show?
What was it all for?Was it just to slay?
Making it a sport to see my heart breaking?Was it just a play?
A one not even worthy of watching?You were so used to it.
You shot the arrows without any effort.My heart hasn't adapted yet .
I am startled how it is surviving with all those holes.My heart still wants you.
Why? I haven't got a damn clue.Together we were a mess.
You were the player.
I being the board of chess.But my heart never wanted you to leave.
It didn't believe reality.It had a lot of dreams to weave.This relationship was incapable of mending.
It was never a fairytale with a perfectly happy ending.You asked me to go.
At last your heart went all cold like snow.
At last it was the last blow.
The climax of this hopeless show.I looked at your face for the last time...
At the blankness my heart loved,for the last time...I turned my back.
And walked until I was wading in the ocean darkness...
Hoping for you to stop me.
Hoping for you to call me.I waited until I drowned.
But you never did...
YOU NEVER DID...
This poem isn't MY STORY. Come on, I'm a girl.Haha.It just popped in my mind and I wrote it. ♥ ( TYPICAL WRITERS )
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PuisiHighest Rank #24 in POETRY (: I don't know how to scribble down words. I write STARS that shine and show me and you the path to happiness! I don't know what word weaving is. But I do excel at making beautiful CONSTELLATIONS Breathtaking! ...