In you I thought I found the cure <br />to this disease I seemed to have with pretty boys <br />who only left me bleeding on the floor <br />and a broken memory of what had been.. <br /> <br />You weaved your spell around me <br />and I succumbed to your persistence <br />allowed myself to believe I was worth something <br />other than the wasteland I always lived in.. <br /> <br />Flowers began to bloom on charred grounds, <br />sunlight began piercing through thick ebony clouds; <br />warmth filled my eternally cold bones, <br />Life began shinning once more in my vacant eyes.. <br /> <br />Tonight you took it all away; <br />destroyed the flowers, covered the light, <br />brought back the ice of my sadness, the death back to my insides... <br /> <br />All the words you said were thrown into the fires; <br />the spell you casted removed from my healing home, <br />Leaving me bleeding on the floor <br />with only a broken memory of what had been.<br /><br />Deana Rode<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2009-for-him/
