My emotional stature has blown to dust.
My heart has been wrenched from my chest by a loved one,
and though I show him that it hurts me,
he doesn’t care.
I’ve retreated into my imagination,
desperately seeking some form of solace.
I feel as though I’ve aged another millenia,
and now I’m searching for the innocence of my younger years,
something unfamiliar but comforting.
I just want an eternal peace to wash over me as the ocean’s waves;
I want it to pull me under,
jostle me about,
drag me away.
I don’t want to continue like this
if I’m only a husk of my former self,
and according to the rest,
that’s all I’ve become as of late…