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Jan 2013
You grabbed my wrists that day
Shook me and asked, why!?
I answered and answered again
Then you left
You walked out the door
I hated myself for hating you
Everything collapsed at once
You were just one of the columns holding me up
But you were the final column
And I collapsed
I couldn't see the light anymore
There was no more light in the darkness
So I grabbed the shiniest thing I could find
And slid down to the floor
The shiniest and sharpest thing I could find
Grasped tightly in my hands
You walked back in that day
Even though I hated you,
You walked back in
I hated you, but you loved me
You were a column collapsed on the floor
Next to me, gently pulling me back into the light
Red Starr
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Red Starr
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