The Day You Left Me Poem by Lily Ives

I lay exhausted and disgraced
from the recollections of this past summer.
Bruised and battered, my frail body
crumbled under the weight
of sorrow, helplessness and despair.
I choked in a pool of tears
sinking ever further into wasteland
haunted, patronised and mocked
by my own dark knight.
His voice screeched and echoed
like metal fatigue:
"You're worthless,
naive, unlovable - you're nothing"!
His demons lurk in the shadows
feeding on the muck oozing from
the chest cavity that housed my heart.
The wood grains on the door
you shut in my face
bear the black marks
of my bloodied fingertips.
This solitude, this failing, this darkness
annihilates all hope, love, lust and longing.
The world didn't bear me gifts full of magic;
it brought me lies, fake charms and empty nights.
Why can't I implode under this
burden and these broken promises?
Why won't this black hole devour
me whole and free me from agony?
Why won't my soul flee
this rejected temple?
I've cracked in this sleep drought,
but not enough to bleed out,
so that I don't have to face
another dawn without you.