You took a chunk from my life
and ran with it-
snatching the remaining pieces of my heart along the way;
keeping them as souvenirs of your "conquest."
You carved a hank from my soul
and used it to pillow
the lies you so artfully spun
with the silken threads of passion.
You left me as an unwanted trinket;
not quite broken, yet still not worth your time.
You drained the essence of my very spirit,
leaving behind gilt-edged shadows
of pain that ruminate quietly
around the blurred edges of my lethargic reality.
You stole the substance of my being-
rendering it helpless and unclean.
You took everything I had
and turned it into nothing;
Ashes that blow gently away with the wind
as the light of day dawns.
You're little more
than a speck on my horizon...
But the irrevocable impact you've had on my senses
and the irreparable damage you caused
rule my days and my nights
torturously,
and with an iron fist;
wreaking its vengeful and wrenching havoc
on my mind.
[Getting over you is almost as hard as being under your spell...]
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