Love and What You Did to Me.

I hate what you've done to me. 

I'm never alone, because

when I'm "alone"

I'm wrestling with empty, broken

thoughts of you

and us

and everything you left me for

and

why did you leave me?

your lips were supposed

to graze my cheek

with warm breath

and validation

and reassurance

your fingertips were

supposed to trace the premature wrinkles

that thoughts of being without you left

you were supposed

to be my one consistency

in this too-fast

too-crazy

ever-changing

kill-or-be-killed

spiteful

world.

I suppose

it's taken a toll on you,

this world,

as your promise

is as abandoned

and shattered as 

I am.

un jour,

je serai bien.

un jour,

j'oublierai la peine.

je dirais que

tout va bien,

mais une promesse

ne signifie pas plus 

rien.

Author's Note

The French translates to: One day, I'll be fine. One day, I will forget the trouble. I would say that everything is fine, but a promise means nothing anymore

Reviews

[Levi Levin]

A great piece of poetry from the heart. Time heals all things. Great job!

[Planet x]

I enjoy your words here ,
You could stay in English , it would have make is stronger , the reader would not lose you while you move to other language