I search and search
for a way to erase the pain,
so the thoughts could be less overwhelming,
so I won’t feel like a museum of shame.

holding the pieces
of my heart
that you left me with;

wondering if our love was true,
or a beautiful myth—

each trauma I endure
transforms me,
into a different
creature of lore;

I feel as if
the evil king has won,

before our lives
really even begun—

I can’t express
how much I miss you,

and how pained I am
with the thought,

of that monster
still being with you.

© a.v.b.