All the love I had was spent loving you
All the hate I had was spent hating myself
that I was not only enough for you to desire me
but I wasn't even enough for you to even despise me

Maybe I overdid both a little
Maybe I wished for forever on things that were brittle

Weaving red strings made of water
Promises turned faded empty letters

You said maybe our stars didn't align
How couldn’t they after I made you my sky ?
You said goodbye like it was the last page
I couldn't for I knew'd love you for a lifetime

Proof was evident in the
Sapphire paint in my poems
Scrupulous words you portrayed in them
Scarlet words on my walls
Sculptures faces you personified in them

Maybe it'll get better someday
At Least that's what they said
But I would remember you even on that day
And the day after

For I have always been a museum
Of all the things I loved that don't love me anymore
And you'll be the goddamm masterpiece
At the altar of that gilded gallery
forevermore
And fondly so....

© myrottenpoetry_13