i once again revisit the ruins of our past. each picture hung on the wall embraced me with the feeling of loneliness and longing. as i run my slender fingers across the lining of the portrait frames coated with thick layers of dust, i mindlessly allow my heart to take over my being.
our portraits hung on the wall that once gleamed bright colors are now covered in dull gray while the windows that once allowed sunlight to enter and paint the walls with crystals of balled rainbows now forbid light to seep through.
the garden where beautiful flowers once bloomed, now drowns in the aching waves of nothingness. i now stand in the exact spot, admiring the roses that were once beautiful. where you sliced my chest, took half my heart and planted it in this garden which was once a magical wonderland.
yes, you only took half yet i wish you took whole. half my heart has been stolen and left to die, leaving the other half, yearning to be complete. you left me with the ability to feel, the ability to long for you.
this castle was built from the shattered fragments of our souls we put together to form our own fortress. this castle was supposed to keep us safe, a refuge to protect us from all the unpleasant things that have broken us in the past.
little did we know, the shattered fragments we took from ourselves to build this castle-
were the pieces of us that deserved to stay forgotten.
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constructive criticism is much appreciated.
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words i am unable to express
Poetryhere, i place the words i am unable to express. let this be my comfort zone, a place where i vent out all my hidden feelings. it won't necessarily touch hearts, it won't necessarily meet standards but it will be my place. where i lay and where i fe...
