The Dark Road Called Life: Poems

Drifting Apart

We

Are drifting.

I

Can feel it.

I

Can see it.

I

Want to know.

What

Is making us drift apart.

I

Want to know.

What

Is causing this to happen.

We

Are drifting apart.

We

Are no longer us.

It

Is just you.

And

No longer me.

Why

Is it only you.

It

Is only you because

I

Let myself go when I lost us.

You

Didn't let yourself go.

I

Did, and for doing so,

I

Lost my mind and

I

Lost my other half.

You

Were my everything.

You

Are my everything.

You

Were my true love.

You

Are my true love.

But

The saddest part is that

You

Let me believe

You

Loved me the way I loved you.

But

You did not.

You

Lied and now were drifting.

You

Hurt me and now I'm dying.

I

Learned how to scream with,

Not

My mouth, but my hazel eyes.

My

Beautiful hazel eyes

Now

Lifeless, and dull, with no color.

I

Am now dead.

Not

Funeral dead, but zombie dead.

I

Am a zombie with nothing

But

A grey heart, and empty soul.

When

I discovered the drifting,

My

Life became colorless and

I

Became colorless and now

I

Walk around like a zombie.

Slow

And grey, with my head held down.

And

As for you, my sweet king.

You,

You walk with your head high.

You

Walk with so much color

You

Walk with your crown up high.

And

You walk with the new, colorful me.

But

That new me, isn't

Me.

It is her.

My

New replacement.