Poetry : A King's Poverty

My Final

I felt you slipping through my fingers, I felt you getting distant.
I felt myself breaking.
You where my world, and you left.
You where my drug and I ran out, and this withdraw will cause my death, I took a sip and it became my addiction.
Your sweet love was all i had, i was in the dark and you revived me.

I thought my heart was enough for you, cause your heart which i never had was the best thing i thought i had.

The more i tried to erase you from my memories, the more you appear in there. I gave you everything I had left but you left me trapped in my mind.

My mind was always my prison, you had the keys and you never unlocked it. My demons are my guards and you let them keep me.

The one thing you never understood was my heart that you played with was already stitched and hurt.

I let you in my heart, the one thing I was afraid to do.

You and me where the same person but one thing we didnt have in common was that you only wanted me for my body and I only wanted your heart.

My dream was my fantasy I was living in my dream but then my dream became my nightmare and with this I say goodbye and I love you.