we were
the same person.
a lesson so complex
that not even a life
coach could understand.
i wasn't built to be a warrior.
i wasn't built to be a savior,
nor was i built to be the god against
my own destruction.
yet here i am,
waiting for dusk
to turn into dawn,
reaping the last bit
of what i sow.
my body is a temple
that i have destroyed.
an alter,
i no longer kneel to.
and you?
well, you are
the drought
that dried out the fruits
of my labor.
the destroyer,
the implication
of how raw
my emotional skin
was exposed.
ripping
every
single
piece,
as i screamed.
while you just watched.
dark black eyes glossed over,
because the man that i loved
was never truly there.
just a ghost,
and the shell of a man,
who never knew the taste
of being treated like a human.
- zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
