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You left me tarnished and broken,
and you did not even care.
You left my soul ragged and ugly,
and you still had the audacity to cry rivers of tears as you watched me walk away.

Hadn't you realised you could've loved me more until it was too late?

Your kisses poisoned my lands and lakes,
and your touch dried up my soil.
My petals once blossoming,
weeped themselves to death as you undressed me.

I hated myself as I loved you more.
I cut myself as I took care of your wounds,
and at the end, I couldn't even recognise the haunted eyes staring back at me from the mirror.

I lost myself as I looked out for you...
I lost myself in your lies and empty promises...
I lost myself for so long,
I doubted that I could ever be found again.

But see, here's the thing;
I found a trail:
a trail of stale bread crumbs that lead back to the old me.
a trail that was almost washed away by the tsunami of tears and pain,
and that almost disappeared as crows of self loathe picked away at it,
but it still was stubborn enough and managed to survive it all.

And I can't wait...
I can't wait to follow it,
I can't wait to find myself again..

And losing you was the only way to do it...

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With love,

-With love,

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21/3/2020

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