A Sinking Love.

Counting the tears shed as I fell apart,
Numerical deciphering of a broken heart,
Pronouncing the pain of failing, dying hope,
A feeling of collapse, I just cannot revoke.

Someone please alleviate this intensifying pain,
These endless efforts forgotten, fading in vain.
Recognising that I could not have loved you more,
And yet, accepting, that you still chose the door.

Turmoil, disorder and havoc defining my life,
All a product of a man who killed using no knife.
Massacred our united dreams, slurping his bottle,
Grabbed our aspirations, ended them with a throttle.

Was every kiss diluted by the taste of his beer?
He hid from life, refusing to confront his fear.
I was only his trophy, camouflaging his downfall,
Pointless recollections, memories I shouldn't recall.

It hurts; it pains and tears at my fleeting core,
A love once so cherished, I can never restore.
These memories bare too many unseen truths,
Of lying, drunken men massacring their youths.

These eyes have witnessed the decaying of a man,
My tears have sought, fought to extend his life span,
And found merely his hatred, his indifferent spite,
Concluding with these words, once again I recite.

© Natalie M. Sarantos
21.05.08, 1.44 a.m.