you can't see the assault
on my psyche behind my eyes.
you left behind a barren wasteland,
when it could have been a fertile landscape.
i feel as if my resolution was at my fingertips.
only to have torn away by undeserving hands.
i yearn for my absolution,
upon which only abandonment is bestowed.
i let you go in hope that the few memories
that you will have of me
would be pleasant; and that you
would not feel near the anger and anguish i endure.
for i would rather take this upon myself;
so that you may carry on unscathed by comparison.
can you say that
of any of your past victims?
you made me feel again-
now i no longer want my heart.
you awoke something within me-
now i am a fleshen shell.
you showed me that i wasn't alone-
and that is how you left me.
you said you understood me-
but you left; so did you really?
you brought me up from the ashes,
and left me smelling of smoke.
now i am undone,
with no hope in sight.
as i walk from my ruin of your cause
it pains me to know
that through all this
you will never come to rescue me.
