Torn Poem by Christal Carpenter

To you whose face does faintly fade
as did the sun on a cloudy day
from the memories of an autumns lust
and your heart did so rust with my love
that you felt as if your heart was broken
and the only way to fix your heart
was to chip away
bit by bit
part by part
so slow that I did not know
I was not wanted
until at last
I rotted away
and you left me
teary eyed,
confused
and forgotten