The life we made fell apart as you left me strandad on an island for two I grew cold and built a pyre and on it i set a fire I burnt all that we had created. I burnt the songs created with love, drowned the poems I'd written in pain.
I had forgotten that they were not just words that we had written; they were worlds that we created. I watched as my word drowned in a see of darkness. As yours burned an ever dwindling flame. I watched as the world around me crumble as our poems are lost forever .
I’m a broken man in a broken world. A world that we had created, that i have broken.
Not really a great poem but probably something ill perfect later on. I sadly deleted all the poems i wrote. i'm starting to write again.