Before you my life was bleak and dark. Knowing nothing of light or the sun. You came like a bright beam of hope in my dungeon of thick, mirky, darkness. You reached for my hand, reluctintally, blindly, I took it. Putting my faith in something not known and forign.
You believed in me where others faultered.
You helped me find my ground.
You tought me how to swim in the deepest oceans of the heart.
When i slipped you rushed to my side and gently lifted me up.
Giving me a brush to so delicatly paint an image of of you, only to put to much faith in the brush....
Time is at our backs pleading; with moments passing by like a smear in a painting.
I gave you all i had left of my heart, delicate, and oh so breakable.
You cupped it in your hands so carefully at first, only to realize too late, how weak your hands were, and seeing another, so easily dropped it.
You took advantage of the power that came from holding my heart and be littled me with that abuse.
I then watched, how easily you let my heart go.
You shattered an already fragile heart...
A dark figure approaches to take my now ashen dead heart, to burry the remains.. it is no longer a figure.. it is a man.
That face I could never forget.
As you burry my heart, I realize you never wanted it in the first place.
I clung so dearly to a reality that never came to be.
You lead my heart to believe you truly loved me, only to burn me with the acidic fire of your words and actions.
I believed you could change.
The only thing i didnt prepare for was the fall.
I followed you blindly trusting your voice only to be lead away from the truth.
All I am left with are the lies you left, to burry myself with, for my grave.
I will sleep now, knowing many lessons are learned, never forgetting the times we had.
With my trust broken, I lay dieing in my perfect grave that you, yourself dug.
You walk away leaving only the stars to witness your last act.
Leaving me with only the broken shards of what was ...
just an illusion...
