My will crumbled and whispered your name. I kept it waiting and now it has strength.
Repeatedly, it’s pulled from my mouth like a string. I am beyond fighting.
A loathsome whimper slips past and traces my cheek in a tear. I scramble to keep it together.
Lamenting a murdered hope; a promise of forever. You’ve left me the mess.
Pleas for mercy stumble out, slurred by a twisted weeping rage. I scream in fury.
Sobbing breaths clear away what you left behind; a discarded soul. I wipe my face.
With a firm hand I smother creeping ideas of possibility and positivity. I must.
You won’t be back and I’m just another hollowed survivor of your love.
Picture is from, Isaiah Stephens