Poetry By Porcelain Prince

The Sun

You said that he was wrong for you.
You said that I'm the right one.
But what you have done
has torn down the sun.

You slept in his bed.
Felt his touch on your skin.
He entered your body and you let him in.

Yet you come back to me with an empty apology.
Do you not understand that I feel awfully?

I let a stranger into my bed.
I was the body on which you rested your once precious head.

So when you say that are you honest?
After every damn thing that you promised?

You let his lips touch your flawless flesh.
The wound you cut in me is still  bloody and fresh.

I tried to stay but I simply cannot.
I really tried and gave it a shot.

But when all is said and all is done,
You are the one that tore down the sun.