Torn

I leave you here all alone,
Brittle to the bone.
Whispering in your ear,
Can you hear?
Torn memories left behind,
We cannot rewind.
Will you remain sane,
As I become insane?
Pain was in her eyes,
Covered away in my lies.
Destruction was in my smile,
It set there for awhile.
Her heart bled,
Colors of crimson red.

Reviews

[poet_feefee]

I like this poem best of your poems I've read. I'm pretty sure it is because I have been "brittle to the bone"; if you touch me, I will crumble.

[Ryan Riley]

Thank you, writting is a great way to express our thoughts that we don't always get to speak about and it's always great when we can relate to eachother