Sun Setter

Memories splashed with hues of melancholy dampened regrets awash my mind with fresh despair and loss for what my arctic heart once found a comforting warmth within.

The frigid shock of retracted kiss laden promises that had once been blanketed and stitched to a hope with delusional romances and falsities has left my ache searching for an amiable whisper of what once was.

My consolation.. a bleeding soul that has been slowly ripped apart, stitch by stitch, by reality's harsh and painful judgment, leaving my inner self naked and vulnerable.

Haunted, I regret you.  I regret you with every fiber left intact from your assault on my shredded and mutilated heart.

My barrage of love and acceptance was never resilient or powerful enough to even scratch your impenetrable enclosure, and you held not my true worth, as you refused to fight for me unless you felt my slipping away, yet I fought for you always.  Your war is with yourself and you have constructed a tomb, not a tower.

I am the sun setter and I shall no longer shine radiant upon your crypt, as you deserve not my adoration, but my pity.  May you find light in the cracks of your own insecurities and break through to meet humanity again.