My mind is a war zone.
Memories of you hit like bombs
dropped from B-17s.
Rattling me to my core,
then leaving me with the aftermath.
My blue skies turning to grey,
clouded with the wreckage
you chaotically left in your wake.
My mind is a war zone,
but the soldiers have gone.
I'm alone in a barren land
destroyed by what you called love
and choked with the fear
of what comes next.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 2:59 PM UTC
My mind is a war zone.
Memories of you hit like bombs
dropped from B-17s.
Rattling me to my core,
then leaving me with the aftermath.
My blue skies turning to grey,
clouded with the wreckage
you chaotically left in your wake.
My mind is a war zone,
but the soldiers have gone.
I'm alone in a barren land
destroyed by what you called love
and choked with the fear
of what comes next.
