Ballad of my Demise

Your picture in my locket,

Your scar on my heart.

Your note in my pocket,

My trust forever marred.

 

My happiness all but shattered,

A frown in place of my grin.

My chest empty and battered,

Your flames across my skin.

 

Your precious memory savored,

My wrists just razor-kissed*.

My mouth is tear-flavored,

For all of you I miss.

 

A hateful wave shall come,

A rueful day will arrive.

My hurt you slowly strum,

As you crush me 'till I die.

 

For all I have given,

Nothing have I received.

You've left me pain-driven,

And all I do is grieve.

 

Your face etched into my mind,

Your  voice a melancholy refrain.

It can only stab and bind,

When my mouth forms 'round your name.

 

My hands can only shake,

My spirit left to drown.

The strong can always break,

Can always fall down.

 

Your lovely scent still lingers,

Your simmering gaze can pierce.

On my heart you close your fingers,

And rip it out so fierce.

 

I shouldn't keep a hold,

I shouldn't really care.

For all you'll do I'm told,

Is only rip and tear.

 

For now, alone and cold I stay,

My blood a whirlpooling flood.

My fragile possession decays,

A remnant of what it once was.

*From Alex Woolley's poem, "Russian Roulette". 

Reviews

[G. Anderson]

I appreciate you taking the time to review my poetry and give suggestions.
All writers need encouragement :)
~Gage

[Adarsh]

Lovely poem. Very poetic. :)

These lines were very innovative -

"My wrists just razor-kissed"

"My mouth is tear-flavored"

"When my mouth forms 'round your name."