I was blank
But you covered me with sunsets and
Northern lights.
You showed me off to the world as
Your treasure.

As the colors faded,
So did your façade.
You held your paintbrush against my skin,
Coloring me
With black and blue hues,
Until the fumes knocked me out.

When the paint began to peel,
You scraped at my remains
Forcing me to feel
Your hands
On me again,
Until you were satisfied
With your work.

I have no blank spaces left
Except for the one within.

But how does a masterpiece
Leave her master?

I remember that it hurt,
to see you hurt.
The destruction he caused,
cursed your self-being.
Once a lovely flower,
but now a lonely ****.
Your eyes tell stories of the complete
chaos he put you through.
I sit,
and I read you.
Over and over.
Discovering your lost hopes by
each ****** expression,
each body movement,
And yet your silent.
Lost in a nightmare.
Reminiscing about the memories he left you behind to cry with.
And all I can do is sit,
and watch you pick up the pieces
he shattered of you.

As our love began to
Dwindle,
It's last sparks danced
Hoping,
To ignite
Something
That was already
Burned out.

I used to find comfort
In darkness,
Silence,
Isolation.

But now your presence follows me
Through the night.
You cast silver shadows on my walls,
Ghastly fingers reaching for
The windowpanes

Trying

Desperately to break in.

Even the thickest of curtains
Can’t keep you out.

I am never alone
A sliver of light
Is always there
Reminding me
You are
Here too.