Ash
I gave everything that I was, everything that made me "me" over to our relationship. So that the love I had for him was a living, breathing thing. So that it was a relationship full of love, and laughter and life and joy and support and encouragement.
And he burned it to the ground.
All that is left of me is ash. An empty shell full of ash.
You can't rebuild from ash. You can't pick it up, it blows away on the slightest breath.
I'm an empty shell, full of ash I'm desperately trying to hold onto, but I can't. Every memory is a breath of wind that blows more of the ashes of me away.
And every minute of every day is a memory of him, and the love I had for him.
Every minute of every day, more of me blows away as those memories sweep over me in a wave of pain and agony.
Soon there will be nothing but a grey stain where my pile of ashes used to be, where my love used to be.
Where I used to be.
And he burned it to the ground.
All that is left of me is ash. An empty shell full of ash.
You can't rebuild from ash. You can't pick it up, it blows away on the slightest breath.
I'm an empty shell, full of ash I'm desperately trying to hold onto, but I can't. Every memory is a breath of wind that blows more of the ashes of me away.
And every minute of every day is a memory of him, and the love I had for him.
Every minute of every day, more of me blows away as those memories sweep over me in a wave of pain and agony.
Soon there will be nothing but a grey stain where my pile of ashes used to be, where my love used to be.
Where I used to be.