Sunday 3 June 2018

The Shadow

So far, so distant.
So gone, not persistent.
All I see is the shadow.
The shadow of who he used to be.
The shadow of the man that used to truly love me.
All that's left is a fantasy.
He promised he'd treasure me, but he failed miserably.
Now I feel like his beautiful, convenient accessory.
An accessory to his tragically disastrous life.

I thought things would change.
I waited and waited, but that highly anticipated day of joy
and freedom never came.
I hate the waiting game.
By the time I almost touched the finish line, everything I had left inside me got destroyed.
Tried to fill the void.
Tried so hard to stay strong.
With every breath I broke, 'til I couldn't take any more.
I almost forgot who I was.
THAT woman would NEVER settle for less, for this.

There I was... thinking I was flawed because you failed to see my beauty, my loyalty and devotion to you.
Never felt like I was enough because not once did I feel you were satisfied.
You wanted more. You wanted someone else to fix your chaotic life.
All you ever did was waste my precious time.
I trusted you, I adored you but it was all a lie.
I was your ride or die.
You were never mine.