Tatters

You held my sanity in the palms of your hands,
And, as I watched, you ripped it to shreds,
diminished it to disheveled and useless tatters.
Now I sit listlessly, hopelessly, helplessly,
waiting...waiting...waiting.
You did everything you could
to demean me, disrespect me, despise me;
Now I wonder what you did to blind me so.
A hindering help, you were-
You never expected me to be more than
your second fiddle.
You always expected more than I could give,
I always gave more than I could expect to.
My heart grows colder with each passing day,
And with each passing moment, the light shrinks
from my consciousness.
Tirelessly I threw myself into becoming
everything you wanted me to...
But I tripped, fell flat on my face.
Now I don't even know who I am anymore.
My identity, my heart, my lucidity-
they're all lost causes now...
damaged beyond recovery.
Those pieces of me have died...my spirit hangs by a mere thread.
So I became a murderer...
Killed the killer,
and deadened the chunk of my bruised heart
that was consumed by you.
And now there's an unmendable hole there-
Where once love was, there is now an
undying fear of everything
that ever was and could possibly be.
Now there's emptiness.
Now...there's nothing.