But
It wasn't ruined
Not when you lied
When you covered up your slip-ups
When you made me distrust
Brought their pedestals to their knees
Spat on their honour
Made me push them out
A queen without an army
It wasn't ruined
Not when you ignored me
That one time
Then again a month later,
A week after that
A day the next time
Which became always
Left me to the wolves of my insecurity
That nipped
Gripped
Pulled
Tugged
Shredded at my skin
Infested me like rabies
It wasn't ruined
Not when you laughed behind my back
Mocking with your clan of cackling crows
Pecking at the pieces of my confidence
A carcass
Of rotting pride
Fly-stricken security
A pleasure playground of your gangrene dessert
Made of my survival kit
Which now claimed non-existence
No it was not ruined
Not when you lied to me
Not when you ignored me
Not when you mocked me behind my back
Not when you gave me proof
Time and time again
Of your undeserving nature
But
It was ruined
The instant you turned your back on me
Became a stranger
Outcast
Outsider
Onlooker
Pushed out
Of your own accord
Forcing me into a choice I never chose
Saying goodbye though I never wished to let you go
A friend...
Now distant:
An unknown
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
