Tell Me, How Should I Feel?

You were to be the grander stone,
But withheld feet of yellowed clay.
In deepest trust I carved my heart,
To sew upon your worried chest.

You spoke of secrets to shadowed ears,
To most, minus my own.
You queried and pondered the path to take,
And shifted from my gentle touch.

In swift seconds stolen by the dawn's stale grin,
You hastened to rust the chain,
To break the link and snip the string,
And, in mist, cowardly claimed your lies.

Leaving me stranded in this forgotten sanctuary,
Stained glass tainting my furied view,
Remembering all the times you lied and claimed, "I love you."

Like fire, I will rise and burn this temple,
And my anger will tint my irises red.
For days, no answer will greet your eyes,
Hurtful hatred buzzing under my brow…

But at night…I will cower, myself, in darkened room and tortured shower,
Wondering through the racking shivers, and tears…
Why you…how you…could have let me fall?

The hand that once held me above the midnight waters of my mind,
Has turned to hold another's.

You let me sink into the bloodied abyss,
And as I drown, choking on your sudden realization, your lies…your carelessness….
I will still wonder, why you…how you…could have let me fall?


After all……….I loved you.