Death and Other Fun Stuff (#Wattys2015)

Ruins

I spend my nights

collapsed in a dark corner

shaking with smothered sobs,

a pencil clutched in my hand.

I scrawl out my memories

of you;

graphite scratching on crisp white lined paper

but words to describe

my bitter pain

evade me-

I lie in the ruins of our love

once a towering palace, vast and grand

in which you and I had once huddled together

sheltering from the vicious storms

that were our lives.

But since then

you left

because you have a million other palaces anyway,

and ours crumbled to pieces.

And so

I will suffer

in desolation

Author's Note- I was so shy and depressed and naive around him, and so I became submissive. Never latch onto another person to survive, do not put yourself at someone's mercy. You are only asking to get hurt. The only way to heal is to learn to love yourself. I wrote this poem in a dark time of my life and I hope it serves as a lesson. Thanks for reading.