There's a space
in my chest
where I feel
the absence of
my heart - that was torn out
by you.
The space is small
and insignificant;
trivial,
worthless;
like my feelings were
to you.
It wasn't always like that;
my heart.
It was big once...
big,
and full of love
for you.
Until that day,
when I saw
the truth
behind the lies
that were a part
of you.
Now I know
I was nothing more
than a puppet
to the devil
residing
in you.
Copyright by C. J. Spammer - 29 March 2017
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone